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1,2,3,4 Guitars lyrics
let s sling our rain slicks over February s fantastic antlers
sprouting from the foreheads of world famous romancers.
the winter s looming like a bloodthirsty bird of prey.
and i guarantee by spring we ll either be world famous or goddamned dead.
guitar one fastens languid years to busty bones like dust and skin on a dull antique moon.
guitar two s touch keeps ruining lovers for other lovers
like jokers concealed in trick decks in our laps.
there s a train tumbling down torn paper tracks while weeds blossom from heartbeats that lack.
guitar three s dancing even though her song stopped playing ages and ages ago.
she s at an empty dance club suspended in the middle of a rambling sentence.
guitar four says, "if you still believe in the grace of man,
let me introduce you to greedy greedy hands."
let s sling our rain slicks over every single second
to the rapture dripping from clocks ticking all our misadventures.
the winter left town with some seventeen-year-old waitress.
and spring s laying in a pile of all the moments of our misadventures.
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