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Bird Andrew Armchairs

a crooked bow time?s a crooked bow fifty-five and three?eighths years later at the bottom of this gigantic crater and armchair calls to you yeah this armchair

s a crooked bow time?s a crooked bow fifty-five and three?eighths years later at the bottom of this gigantic crater and armchair calls to you yeah this armchair

Born host to a tongue so sing a song about it Held a breath for too long till we're half sick about it Tell us what we did wrong, then you can blame us

Two stars are missing me Jet waves are driving me Things in nicer motions We are hauling to space G force is twisting the faith with superstition A fatal

Five day forecast bring black tall rains and hellfire While handpicked tenderness kid gloves tear at the inseam Their Halliburton Attache cases are useless

The finches and sparrows build nests in my chimney What remains of the small flightless birds that you failed to protect But the yoke isn?t easy, in fact

when our mouths are filled with uninvited tongues of others and the strays are pining for their unrequited mothers milk that sours is promptly spat light

bored holes through our tongues to sing a song about it held our breath for too long ?til we?re half sick about it tell us what we did wrong and you

When I was just a little boy I threw away all of my action toys While a I became obsessed with Operation With hearts and minds and certain glands You