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Pablo Communal
by Sister City
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We stayed up late drinking
We started way too early in the evening
Chemicals in our brains got us to thinking
Maybe we should drive out to the lake by the power plant
Make our presence known to the neighbors
Light up some roman candles and dance around like ravers
Some nights this house is a sarcophagus
Other nights it's the end of a pilgrimage
But mostly as a symbol it is meaningless
Just a roof under which we sometimes purge and binge
We stayed up late and slept in
Until noon or one and not just on the weekends
My own bed never satisfied my longing
To wake next to foreign bodies and stare at foreign ceilings
Made my presence known to the neighbors
Broom handles demanded quiet but they could never make us
They could never make us
Some nights this house is a sarcophagus
Other nights it's the end of a pilgrimage
But mostly as a symbol it is meaningless
Just a roof under which we sometimes purge and binge
We stayed up late drinking
We started way too early in the evening
We stayed up late drinking
We started way too early in the evening
Chemicals in our brains got us to thinking
Maybe we should drive out to the lake by the power plant
Make our presence known to the neighbors
Light up some roman candles and dance around like ravers
Some nights this house is a sarcophagus
Other nights it's the end of a pilgrimage
But mostly as a symbol it is meaningless
Just a roof under which we sometimes purge and binge
We stayed up late and slept in
Until noon or one and not just on the weekends
My own bed never satisfied my longing
To wake next to foreign bodies and stare at foreign ceilings
Made my presence known to the neighbors
Broom handles demanded quiet but they could never make us
They could never make us
Some nights this house is a sarcophagus
Other nights it's the end of a pilgrimage
But mostly as a symbol it is meaningless
Just a roof under which we sometimes purge and binge
We stayed up late drinking
We started way too early in the evening
