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So they asked you for its name, and you called it yours;
and you're straining now to hear their faint applause.
But the clean tired people who drink gin on the train:
every brittle one is splintered just the same.
So
keep
your
fingers
in,
and
shed
your
branded
skin
That's what I'll say to him.
âShake off those safety-pins, they donât secure a thingâ
Thatâs what Iâll say to him.
And the cautious logic of the coastal shelf:
when it leaves your lips you sound like someone else.
One stark dawn youâll see the fetters and join us in flinching at forever.
It's important to feel some fear, resist being a souvenir.
And it's true that these bad moves can leave a scar;
but still it's a thing youâve done and not the thing you are.
Cos the sad flat things you say, they're all second-hand:
the more you read the rules the less you understand.
So
keep
your
fingers
in,
and
shed
your
branded
skin
That's what I'll say to him.
âAnd thatâs just balancing, itâs not a stable thingâ
Thatâs what Iâll say to him.
And the cautious logic of the coastal shelf:
when it leaves your lips you sound like someone else.
One stark dawn youâll see the fetters and join us in flinching at forever.
It's important to feel some fear, resist being a souvenir.
You could crouch there nailing down your life,
or you could just let it all collide.
- Album:
- Jodi Breakers
- Canines