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The middle man what a miracle
Of common calculations,
Compressed and erratic
Hung out to fade like ribbons
Through wall-to-wall maybes
So I gave it my soul,
Got wasted sick and trashed it
It's midnight in this time zone
Awake and collecting little zingers
And future comedies
I feel my voice come back
On behalf of unfinished business
The lowered man what a spectacle,
A comic installation, repressed and dramatic
Fighting to find his fable
Through wall-to-wall static
Under an anime skyline
Calling cancer from the corner store
I showed her mine; she showed me hers
So we could shrug off the small shit
And breathe in the meantime
I wanted to dance with a daughter
Of a switchblade in the Springtime
There are some people I don't want to let down
Bells to ring
And friends to fling my arms around
Yes I know what's up must come down
Please don't take the good parts away
- Album:
- Professional Results (1999-2014)
- The Thrill Of The Hunt
- Learn: The Songs Of Phil Ochs
- In The Red
- One Hundred Dollar Room
- Bridges Worth Burning
- You Secretly Want Me Dead
- Old Moon In The Arms Of The New
- Nothing Makes Sense Without It
- Miscellaneous
- $100 Room
- Flag: A Hush Records Primer
- Insound Tour Support Series, Volume 14
- Slightest Indication of Change
- Kind of Like Spitting
- Suburban Home Distribution Spring 2002 Sampler
- A Label Sampler
- Less
- Home EP, Volume 1
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 105: September 2002