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• Artiste: Christians And Lions
• Titre: Skinny Fists
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Blue smoke and cider sounds curled above our heads like tongues of fire under wires in a big City Hall stands tall and every pregnant pause is giving birth to answers I can't understand. "We're only starting a racket 'cause you've started a racket!" I scream, "We only want to level this city because things are so uneven!" But I don't think they can hear me. Like hot breaths between my praying hands could make my fingers glow, like the psalms between my palms are all I'll ever need to know, I count out hymns for hims and hims and hers and hers and hims-for-hearses, turn to face the wind and silence flying sins in words-like-curses. "Church and state had their day in the centuries before," I say, "The future is unwritten if we hold what can erase." But I still get sad ripping up ads that the Marines send to friend every kid in my family. ('Cause I can afford to.) I told her once, "There's a great line in this song I heard, But I can't tell you unless something really big happens to us."