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• Artiste: Youngest Son
• Titre: Untitled Memory Son
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Brother, I miss you tonight I remember nights in the city We walked with Jeff Through Boystown to iO You read a sonnet about Kant on the mainstage Del Close's ashes laughed the loudest You solved the problem of evil the next morning at breakfast And nobody noticed Well, brother, we need you tonight! I remember you comin' in from the fields Covered in pigshit and glowing Jody was pregnant, it was weird You still looked twelve And Jody looked maybe fifteen and a half But her belly could've passed for 20 Dan made the joke But you made it funny Stephen, I need you tonight No one else thought this place was as crazy We lay with Jeff on the floor on your birthday All night Lay for hours and talked about How things would never be All right Lay for hours and talked about How we would never be the same Then we talked about a man Who kneeled down in front of a train The month we were born It made us angry Why would you do that? We said. He had the same name as us. That's weird. Birthday balloons were sinking softly all around us It was 6AM, Jeff got up and made breakfast Christopher We miss you tonight Every relative here looks just like you Dakota does too He's almost two Jody still looks fifteen and a half She's still pretty and smiling She's smiling, I promise In fact Everybody here is smiling, look at us Dan just made a joke That wasn't very funny Well, brothers Brothers, we miss you tonight