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• Artiste: Frontier Ruckus
• Titre: Epiphanies and Revelations
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Epiphanies or revelations Too tired to label The fix to your situation Ah, but you saw the sky Today and tomorrow You love me when I’m gone But don’t you Run off too far, though It’s nice to Have someone to miss Surprise me once, show me you know me If I was mistaken, I’m sorry I ain’t looking to last Where the sidewalk fixtures’ Shadows are cast As rosebush songs paint me pictures Such sterling mixtures of glory I just want a love that will stay when I turn My back to Saint Lawrence, to see what Torrents I can burn So my love will learn that I love her Surprise me once, show me you know me If I was mistaken, I’m sorry At the bottom of Dollar Lake is an old truck And the boards from the bar where my folks first got drunk And all kinds of litter that flickered and then sunk To the shallows of our town’s lagoon Where I say “How could you love me When I am so frightened By the phantoms of my mind and how they are tightened Around all that I find in this world that’s brightened By a magic so tragic each day?” Aw, but love don’t exist neath the realest of coffins And real ain’t a place that we’ll have to dwell often Epiphanies will tumble and soften till Love’s all that’s left to be found Surprise me once, show me you know me If I was mistaken, I’m sorry It’s the epitomes of revelations You’ll all choose the latter But be so much gladder With your salvation in the sand And the fear of sincerity is a disgrace The shadows of your mind should not take the place When the turquoise that you find is the kind of trace That binds to the skin Inside and within The light that shines behind your face Our heads are dead in the dread of tomorrow And when the sky clears our fears will be hollow Your suburbs are seasons darkening and sullen The harbors are fleeting, the waters are swollen The theater’s erupting, the midway is caving The streets all connect in a way that needs saving The parking lot trees are bending and rotten And so you are too for the love that you’ve gotten And forgotten Epiphanies You’ve forgotten