They gathered up all the fingerprints and put splints on all the broken bones
A former member lover to discover seven more overtones
He said oh, my »
The Negroes Were Dancing Slug Line
by John Hiatt
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begin to fall
With a voice like glass Born to splint and shatter The touch of sunlight Like heavens plague, the birth of black
With hung halos of wrath »
Riders of the Plague Riders of the Plague
by The Absence
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our tired minds,
our broken bones, our bleeding limbs.
But now they've sold off all the splints and contracted out the tourniquets
and if we jump »
The State-Lottery Less Talk, More Rock
by Propagandhi
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magnets and the pull of the moon.
Why won't our love keel over as it chokes on a bone?
We can mourn its passing and then bury it in snow.
Or should »
Poke The Midnight Organ Fight
by Frightened Rabbit
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