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Black plums, getting fatter every summer Half us in the cabinet, getting sadder every upper Classic outdoorsmen, scratching panic on the cave walls Strays out front, but, plums like baseballs Plucked from the arms of the earth, hell fire at the school How are you on about some garden dessert? I'm in the cradle of craters, same as your boot in the trench Defending everything from something, plum juice on my chin Good in whatever, the newest abandoned shoe in his web They hit that sticky thread, a sled into a foot of cement For every bullet I have caught in my teeth I earn the privilege of a trip be in awe of the tree A hundred years in the future, I bet some photo exists Of some historic moment happening somewhere close to the crib Maybe some heavenly zealot yelling and wielding a piece And there I am in the back, enjoying that seasonal treat Oblivious and doing my version of smelling a rose Stupid look on my face, I am never in vogue I was probably in my head about the essence of hope Taking a second to effectively connect with the whole Look, ever since a kid, invisibility important I been dipping out the lobby, body painted brick and mortar Tryin' to pick up on a pattern in the numbers Like, black plums getting fatter every summer I'm a particle, a minute quantity of matter Letras de cancionesThe least possible amount of data I'm a passenger, a rogue AWOL from the chorus In a field, something dark at the wheel, I'm ultimately a tourist Panic invictus, damage all indexed Granted, there is no real standardized litmus One man's damage is part of another's rituals Pick one, hindsight or eyes like pinwheels Well, acceleration's only half the magic When there's looking like you're doing sixty, doing five in traffic The county's slowest roller, half the time I'm going backwards How I'm always there before you ain't a scientific matter If you pick a lane, see if you could be the truth For thirty seconds, turn the shortcut to the scenic route Piece of cake, show me what your godspeed reads like Olives by the river under osprey in obscene light Black plums getting fatter in the meantime A/B 'em with a different time, sweet time How it both beefed-up and yet refined Even hyenas seen reaching for the tree-line Lions turn vegan, carnivores tend to the plants Vampires make jellies and jams It's a pillar of the still life, steady the hand Land the pit a couple inches from your head in the sand Act one, wait for the sun, act two, same with the water Act three is the summoning of the mother Out to counter any blood pressure upper one could suffer Black plums, pie crust, flour, sugar, butter, I'm a I'm a particle, a minute quantity of matter The least possible amount of data I'm a passenger, a rogue AWOL from the chorus In a field, something dark at the wheel, I'm ultimately a tourist From Letras Mania