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• Artiste: State Lottery (The)
• Titre: Spring, 2008, Detroit
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Winter came and went like any other year Except for the record snow We spent several hours working on the (theater?) We went bob sledding up north Made a last-minute dash down to Ashville, I'll tell ya I know what time it is down there I knew you were bringing back something If only that sweet southern air I'll admit I thought we'd made it The solstice fell on a weekend, besides But that weekend a man I looked up to Decided to take his own life And there's no good time for tragedy There's no such thing as easy grief Yeah, so sometimes what you feel Comes out in ways you can't even believe It was a bad time for everyone It was a worse time for some What I thought was an end Was also a beginning (unintelligible) Assumed things might settle down I found myself surfing hospital beds I was laid out for weeks Would be gettin out and going right back in again It was April and some friends dug out flower beds In a vacant city lot What a thirst for To kick off the new garden we spent all winter pining for We had a May Day parade to Belle Isle on bikes Set a small ship on fire as a proper goodbye Friends made concerned visits from out of state And we fell asleep by bonfires while the nights were still cold And but god damn they were looking good And all our (unintelligible) so they were understood And anywhere you looked things looked better (unintelligible) So we prayed for rains half-heathens giving thanks To the angry god we don't even believe in We'll be (unintelligible) talking about violence (unintelligible)? by hair Sick as can be like a (unintelligible) When you're on a roller coaster Like riding down these broken side streets Where the street lights are just (unintelligible) And so about my disappearance, Well you wouldn't want to hear anyway No, 'cause the (unintelligible)'s lost all the books And the medical jargon don't mean much, if anything No, if I must give a word so it'll make some more sense, Well that shit was boy scouts, I mean like intense Now I'm glad it's kind of over But I know now that it will never really end And We hoped that the night would not come And we hoped that the night would not come And we hoped that the night would not come But it came Anyway