Black Eyes
Drums
fire on the sea and in the tidesfire on every hill and every mountain sideand all day we hear thesinging out of the heavy heavy rhythm of wari know the sound and smell ofgunshots gunshotaround corners i have nothing to compare you toa tool for which i found i have no usemy years of youth end up split into twosforget touching in homes we touch in bathroomsback rooms and hallways all eyes and conversionsi would hope this event has no contradictionif i could purge my tongue of all of this condescensionif only i wasn't so so so soHugh:blood in the sea and in the tidesblood on every hill and every mountain sideand all day we fail to see the strength ofthe heavy, sweetchoked hands we choose to holdsome people think that the wombis a galaxy of bright starssome people think the womb is agarden planted in the rich earthLetras de cancionesfrom which to pick a bouquetbut i smell bloodand when our hands touch it has the force ofgunshotsDaniel:eating off each other withhands and mouthsi don't need any forks with myfather and my mothercoughing when we should belaughing are we doingwhatever it is we should be doing?walking through washington dc at night?there are so many waysi could finish this rhymehow could i?i don't even know what to thinkno less what to do when i read of.....
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