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• Artiste: Mass Solo Revolt
• Titre: A Bang U Can Trace
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In my dream I come upon the sight of cadets digging in the ground there's scraping and explosions and they're singing but my dream is not in sound. Now I'm spinning, passing windows each compartment full of minnows golden brown. Underwater, swimming, breathing h2o the furniture up on the ceiling walking with my eyes closed feelin' all Amie and Julie, elementary school-y Let's pretend we're on the bus that's taking us to camp... And once we leave our birthing nest it makes us into something less then they tell us we can't go home BELIEVE IT! And to my old friends: I'll stick my hand out. I don't know why, to pull me out? Or pass a pill? Baby...Sugar, don't forget when to hold and when to let go! Our favorite game. Some spuds say that that time is anesthetic, failure only stops the ones that let it. Following the buds and sprouts, the ins and outs, too much like me but then again, not much like me desire is a disease... And I'm happy and I'm cursed. Some inventors need The Burst.... I'm counting down with a smile on my face. I'm going out with a bang you can trace! (It's not a dream.)