Once I was made beautiful in the light of an hour, Able, willing, ready! I'd been working on some open-ended shit. I A Touch of Classicism in the Night!
But this year I'm just a meal laid out for August to devour.
So, quick, let's go!
It's time for a ride!
The future is yours.
No, wait, I lied!
It is not yours.
It is a replica
Of scattered ash and the road the rain's on...
What road...
Fuck the Spiral Jetty!
Tonight we work large! We aim high! Pillars stare at a sky
Designed to come down upon
Everyone at once...
So, quick, let's go!
It's time for a ride!
The future is yours.
No, wait, I lied!
It is not yours.
It is a replica
Of scattered ash and the road the rain's on...
What road...
Was looking for an 'in' and that was it.
Back at the recital, signs remain vital.
A statue is stone that rejects its own pulse.
Your heart's fair. Your heart's square. Your heart's not even there!...
Wasting shore leave on the girls from Point St. Claire...
There is a light and it goes out...
Your backlash was right where I wanted you!
Yes, that's right, I wanted you to...
A Touch of Classicism in the Night!
Your backlash was right where I wanted you!
Yes, that's right I wanted you to...
A Touch of Classicism in the Night!
Your backlash was right where I wanted you!
Yes, that's right, I wanted you to...
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Destroyer: What Road
Labels: Destroyer
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