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These are naught here but stagnant hours. Spent still in vacant parks, hemmed in by empty towers. "And what's on your breath? A smell of regret or of early death?" They keep calling to me, with their bleached blond melodies. Dreams of sense and scent and a bridge for my friends, let all of the skeletons hum.

I am depth charge still born too vain. Swept up let down void plain. Desert swept slow on a Sunday night. You; my lightning, are drifting out of sight.

It is the mirror that brings me undone. The lack of an "I" to drag out in the sun. I found one in you, and harnessed us to a dream that I bought, sought and labelled as love. "All though from above is a drug / is a dove / is a straw fire choked out by knowing too much." "What is a five second word for disgust?"

Skeletal sounds abound. Marking the time in seismic rounds.

I am jet black song on my stereo. I am winding round and down in interzone. I am speechless symphony of the brain. You my darling are somewhat like a refrain.

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from Born to Hustle Roses Down the Alleys of the Dead, released January 1, 2002

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