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Balancing on
One wounded wing
Circling the edge
Of the neverending
The best of the vanished marvels have gathered inside your door

More than begin
But less than forget

Out on the waves
Over the railing asking the crowd
Send you back
To stage its sail it's sailing away
They left behind
Looking for searchlights leading the charge
The mass appeal
To brilliant bruisers taking the wheel

We are champions of red wine, poured all over
It's what we're known for, find arms crossed lines
Crossed for old times, like starting over

Open up the headlamps, be poised to look for
You're coming over, you've done your research
It has the force of water, and we've got a lot here

When you add your voice to bad choices
Then you're not-so-white becomes mannered
Stripping down the walls like quicksilver
Dripping down as slowly as solvent

And for you, the Pulitzer Prize
For stepping into traffic
Now anew the Americas

Come clean through the waves of debris.
The mind's eye is first to go, so hang onto that number like gold.
And get thee back to the old truth, July Jones, July Jones
Cause baby there ís a lot we don't know.

One of the greats, on the way, hold on.
One of the greats, on the way, hold on.
Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like?

I took a plane
I took a train
(Ah, who cares, you always end up in the city)

I said to Carl
Look up for once
(See just how the sun sets in the sky)

A mistake on the part of nature,
You're so fabled, so fair, just sit anywhere,
I've pencil-sketched the scene,
It's feeling byzantine

Mistakes on the part of nature,
The living proof of what they're calling love,
Uncertain sideways streets,

Should you go lookin'
For a testament to youth in verse
Variations on the age old curse
You blame the stations
When they play you like a fool
And like a fool you get played with

Baby, think twice

I leapt across three or four beds into your arms
Where I had hidden myself somewhere in your charm
Our golden handshake has been smashed into this shape.
It's taken magic to a primitive new place
Watch 'em run, although it's the minimum, heroic

We hunched together in one chair out on the deck
In snow that froze and fell down on the modern set

We're lit by a torch
As we kneel in the court of the king
As we sift through the bones of an idol
We dig for the bones of an idol
When the will is gone
'Cause something keeps turning us on

You hold up the cup

You went looking for shelter
In all the wrong spaces
You grew gluttonous and famous with faces
Nameless and blank
Superstitiously you name them
St. Christopher and Johanna
St. Christopher and Johanna
St. Christopher and Johanna

In coral and gray
In submarine chambers
One day
It swam for the light
The jewels that lit
The cities that float there
Cities in circles drawn perfect, complete
Holding the secrets on my street

Last night I dreamt
Vancouver dressed up in the ocean
Last night I dreamt
Victoria drowned in the ocean
The ride of a lifetime
The rites of spring of a lifetime
The ride of a lifetime
The rites of spring of a lifetime

I'm flying and feeling the ceiling
I'm barely dealing and the faces, the faintest of praises
Are too revealing, such a waste of a beautiful day
Someone should say, it's such a waste of the only impossible, logical way in
A fly-in in la was open
I wasn't hoping for a win, I was hoping for freedom
You couldn't beat 'em so you crumbled, you doubled your dosage
You wanna go, said the inhibitor blocking the passage