EPISODE · Apr 6, 2014 · 4 MIN
Nuclear Pastel
from Cigarettes and Milk · host Cigarettes and Milk
Sent us away for all those who bear and She knew the scene, lament and prepare all my Wits for a girl, not in it for truth but Never could be defined Out on the street where the walls would conform From dust to the wind like our love it is gone And I'm no longer afraid, why was I afraid In the first place Well they say that you're always on the edge With the minutes that are done and she's filled her dress In the only way, water could ever fill Anything at all Now that it's rot, I'm too down in deep I've killed the sparrow who promised not to speak Now the only thing I witness is the cold calling me And my eyes are ablaze Ashes poured out, in my withering skull Mixed in with rain, laid like cement I failed to interpret, fail to perceive Fail to invent, fail to appease Handed a raincheck and clean bill of health Scurried like ants after we felt ashamed and Everybody gossips, fingers on the window Watching those who leave Friends say they like me, like mothers have to love As a newborn I breathe, through her filterless lungs And I'm no longer alone, why was I alone Through the worst of it all Fell short of safe while my feet touched bare The frozen winter tar and city never slept Neither did I, hard for my mind To shut away the noise Now that it's rot, I'm too down in deep I've killed the sparrow who promised not to speak Now the only thing I witness is the cold calling me And my eyes are ablaze Ashes poured out, in my withering skull Mixed in with rain, laid like cement I failed to interpret, fail to perceive Fail to invent, fail to appease Out in the dark, crawling through rust With the hours in the years, covered in lust As it waves away, the ocean in a still The pallbearer weeps, and the angel reaps Sore lips embark, weightless the words Everybody claims a risk to my reply I speak no name, but somebody answers Hateful the thought, born as a cancer Out in the dark, crawling through rust With the hours in the years, covered in lust As it waves away, the ocean in a still The pallbearer weeps, and the angel reaps Sore lips embark, weightless the words Everybody claims a risk to my reply I speak no name, but somebody answers Hateful the thought, born as a cancer And it all shines through
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