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I feel you in the nuts and bolts of me And if you want to be mechanical about it You leave the very hinges of my soul undone Come in No one ever said a sweet word to me Without a knife to my spine soon to follow No one has woke the ghost of my mother I asked her, “Mother, can you see that light across Peck’s Beach, to the North?” No one owns light And it cannot be contained by any set of four walls or three You see, if I wanted another piece of property In the form of a pretty face I’d have traded my mind again For the spoils of another less-than-honorable war And her name would be… What use be a name for that type of woman? At this point in my life, what name could evoke anything? Other than yours, the one that I want to sing I scaled a bridge the other day What a lofty bridge it was, Like something you might have dreamed up Atop I saw a sun so bright, So piercing I could not look away To say it reminded me of you would be no truer Than all those pretty faces, You my dear are less harsh than that blistering orb But to be sure, I wanted you next to me all the while that I burned in the sun.
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Jan 2, 2010
Jan 2, 2010 at 8:13 PM UTC
Civilly Mechanical
I feel you in the nuts and bolts of me And if you want to be mechanical about it You leave the very hinges of my soul undone Come in No one ever said a sweet word to me Without a knife to my spine soon to follow No one has woke the ghost of my mother I asked her, “Mother, can you see that light across Peck’s Beach, to the North?” No one owns light And it cannot be contained by any set of four walls or three You see, if I wanted another piece of property In the form of a pretty face I’d have traded my mind again For the spoils of another less-than-honorable war And her name would be… What use be a name for that type of woman? At this point in my life, what name could evoke anything? Other than yours, the one that I want to sing I scaled a bridge the other day What a lofty bridge it was, Like something you might have dreamed up Atop I saw a sun so bright, So piercing I could not look away To say it reminded me of you would be no truer Than all those pretty faces, You my dear are less harsh than that blistering orb But to be sure, I wanted you next to me all the while that I burned in the sun.
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craig-dotti
Colombian
Jan 2, 2010
Jan 2, 2010 at 8:13 PM UTC
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