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Garage Sale. Saturday. I need to pay
my heart's outstanding bills.
A cracked-up compass and a pocket watch, some plastic daffodils.
The cutlery and coffee cups I stole
from all-night restaurants, a sense of wonder (only slightly used),
a year or two to haunt you in the dark.
For a phone call from far away
with a Hi,
how
are
you
today
and a sign recovery comes to the broken ones.
A wage-slave forty-hour work week (weighs
a thousand kilograms, so bend your knees)
comes with a free fake smile for all your dumb demands,
the cordless razor that my father bought when I turned 17,
a puke-green sofa
and the outline to a complicated dream of dignity.
For a laugh too loud and too long
For a place where awkward belongs
And a sign recovery comes to the broken ones.
To the broken ones.
To the broken ones.
For the broken ones.
Or best offer.
- Album:
- Reconstruction Site
- Watermark (EP)
- Left And Leaving
- Fallow
- Miscellaneous
- Live At the Burton Cummings Theatre
- Live Session (iTunes Exclusive)
- iTunes Sessions
- Tournament of Hearts
- Operation: Punk Rock Freedom
- Hopelessly Devoted to You, Volume 3
- 2003-11-06: Lee’s Palace, Toronto, ON, Canada
- Watermark
- This Is Bad Taste, Vol. 4
- Anti 2010 Summer Compilation
- Anti - 2010 Spring Compilation
- Hopeless Records Summer Sampler 2005
- Alternative Times, Volume 11
- Hopeless Records: 15 Year Anniversary
- Hopelessly Devoted to You, Vol. 3