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• Artiste: Study Band (The)
• Titre: A Relative Argument
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(William and his younger brother Clive walk together down a dark city street. William wears the standardized dress of the military. He has been called to active duty, and it is his last day in the country. There is an air of unease between the two. Clive is first to break the silence.) The way the seasons change Am I just passing Conversation as you drift away A couple lines, a sordid note, briefly stated I am no reason to stay Sail off through the morning haze and I'm stranded right here As our father's done You're running out on me And older brother Outside the weather is getting cold The colors are turning On me It couldn't be a worse time to leave Listen to the voice on the radio Are you planning to be a necklace When you come home The way the streetlights hang Am I just observing An actor spot lit on the promenade Reciting lines, slightly staged, you must be playing So set on casting blame Like stones against the crashing waves From some rotting, old pier, but if that levy breaks Swept out to sea And younger brother, what have you become Don't think I haven't seen it You lie to pretty girls just for fun Oh how you make them yours You say I'm like our father, that I'm on the run You seem to forget how he used our mother And left such a wreck she couldn't care for us To father's sin you sing along While that bottle wets your lying tongue Every night a different bird to keep you warm Deceptions are fleeting You'll see It couldn't be a more obvious plea Listen to the sound of your practiced voice Are you planning to be A puppet When I get home Be on your way If this is how I'm figured out Your hands are free for abandoning Your little brother now To call her mother is a stretch She had a choice to make And me I'll make my own So tonight I drink alone