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Sunday, August 14, 2011 4:37:00 PM

And they are sad in their suburbs, robots water the lawn
And everything they touch gets dusted spotless
And so they start to believe they’ve not touched anything at all.
And the cars in the driveway only multiply.
They are lost in their houses.
I have heard them sing in the shower
Making speeches to their sister on the telephone
Saying “You come home”
“Woman, you come here”
“Don’t stay so far away from me.”


This weather has me wanting love more tangible.
Something I can hold, cause it’s getting cold.
I say, hold up our fists to the flame in the sky
To block out the light that’s reaching for our eyes
Cause it… cause it would blind us. Yeah it will blind us.
Well, I’ve locked my actions in the grooves of routine
So I may never be free of this apathy.
But I wait for a letter that is coming to me.