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• Artiste: Under The Rug
• Titre: Lonesome & Mad
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I feel like I want to go home, but I am home, and the cardinal calls out, lonesome and mad, from the walnut tree. The flowers you planted have died, and now, here, they shiver, swaying and pedal-bare as the wind comes through whistling. Cactus flower blooms in the desert under the stars, sprouts from the asphalt under the cars, spitting and sputtering. You know well that I was never ate by a whale; my lies are the dead bird that gives this sad, grim parking lot meaning. I feel like I want to go home, but I am home, and I dream of a kettle drum, booming and wailing from somewhere far away and here I will wait by the door like an old dog hearing the footsteps of all the strangers who are just passing by.