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Artiste:
June Of 44
Titre:
Sanctioned In A Birdcage
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"Are you having a good time?" (dog barking in backbround) "aren't you?" "Uhh.." "No?" "I don't know" Nails and grenades But I'm under interrogation? report through the hole left where the trees and halberds once stood taller then eye contact and years turn to dust left behind with bark and other remnants of something that used to be alive old forests like cemetaries with stumps for headstones and the birds are left to be built over a dated idea to be alive like old electronics still used but archaic a house to keep the insides in to protect it from everything else as if they're not even there function lost like not being able to find the handle to a broken coffee cup brown stains around the lip that can't be cleaned now useless in a wastebasket identity #1 where do the birds go?, where do the birds go?, where do the birds go? where do the birds go?, crushed on interstates by the progress of a world of trucks and other developments or kept inside protected by the serenity of a birdcage unaware of the powers that their grandparents felt the trees that they once lived in.. we now live in the trees that they once lived in.. we now live in One birdcage to another safty in a non-touchable place to those wings that know freedom: a dirt home and their excuse not to die bird sanctuary a refuge for wildlife where predators are controlled and hunting is not allowed no more fear seeing only the serenity of being alive unaware unaware unaware unaware of any other aspects of the world they are isolated from kept under the table like a villian in a scary movie removed until the mystery is over then crushed and defiled like crushed carnations in a diary work from history cancer from a different disease as unaccepted as an empty lot in a growing subdivision feel everything and remove the beauty of simplicity it's easy to be alive but being alive really alive means freedom on a different level high or low is irrelevant it's both look at everything to absorb everything attempting to understand everything from carnations to dead birds