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• Artiste: Rock Dove
• Titre: Seduce and Distract
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here's a story that's loaded with lies lies can lift a horrible life up to greatness lies, they saved mine here's the reason you walk on the earth here's a story that ends with your birth it was nothing it was a god damn adfkjhadf your dad was a forgotten son, a hit and run, a holy one by age three, he was feral and free they handed him the keys, they let him be all the men on the street weren't much but they understood that your dad the unnamed freak could not be raised by a neighborhood the earth is a rock it's the dirtiest stone in space and its pretty little birds sing and chirp sweet nothings in the trees when i'm down with the whimpering pigeons the seed on my clothes sends em in droves it's a grey feather-flapping fire it's a gentle immolation give my dirt to the city let my guts turn the water brown because the heart of this city pumps the sick dreams of a small town through power lines and pipes under the ground when your dad was thirteen he hitchhiked to new york city rushed in through his nose and then came pouring out his eyes he felt lucky to be alive but the grand central ceiling stood too damn high, he fell into its sky where he took himself a noble shit in a choir of clamoring flatulence it was ugly, putrid, and bathed in light vile, visceral, not unlike how he made you found another in the dead of night cut the tether, let your spirit fly blown aimless through the sky like a child's kite laugh your ass off, you funny fucker life is but a joke clean my heart out, you dumb blood sucker kiss me with a mouthful of smoke sometimes when i'm weak and worn by the day just a corpse on the couch, winding down and then away i feel a tenuous pride in the life i have made my mind is a tidy little double bolted cage but peace and quiet only set the stage for a thunderous avalanche of rage this must be the reason i was made to get right up from sleep and go insane SON, your anger is your saving grace all or nothing, you were never brave just mad enough to win before that madness did you in here's the world's most photographed figure let's take here picture here's a story working in your head let it take to the screen, let it put you to bed let your brain play dead didn't come here for friends, she came here to win i don't blame the t.v. for doing her in the truth is i was not there so i did not see i was wondering down a residential street had not taken off my shoes in a week somewhere there is a city of trees somewhere there's a babbling creek i don't know them though i don't have them but what i have i will try to make pretty what i have i'll try to give to you truly i have people and i think they're all crazy the kid's in love with flashing lights waves his baby fists to fight something caught on fire in his brain im in love with crying babe singing, crying, loving pain never could have saved him from the flames