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The Parade Now
03:33
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Now we are the parade
Feet pounding concrete, our voices raised
Now we dance and chant and sing
Now we march
Take my hand
Now we fly
Cross the oceans, now we're moon and tides
Blessing, mourning, wailing, rumbling
Tell me your story
I want to listen, I'll be quiet
Your words, our mission
The truth, it calls me to the fight
You'll rise from ruins
You'll learn and change
You will survive
You'll heal your wounds
You will remain
No compromise
I believe, I believe in you
At last we all are this parade
So long overdue
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2. |
Swelter
04:05
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Swelter, sunfire
Translucent waves, heat of the day
Driving, lightning
You of speed and green
Night song, blood beating, down I sink
Dissolving, rising
Forgetting everything
Remembering everything
Summer burns, all around us
Inferno, flood
Summer burns, bullets and borders
All around us
July again, dark night again
Have to have this again
New again, unnamed again
What just happened again
What could have again, can never happen
Again and again and again
I'm spinning
Trembling
Listen, listen to me
Swarming, learning
August in the sand, warm grains in my hand
Floating, diving
You of ocean tide
Undertow, salt, and muscle pride
Erase me, I can't breathe
Forgetting everything
Remembering everything
Summer burns, all around us
Inferno, flood
Summer burns, bullets and borders
All around us
July again, dark night again
Have to have this again
New again, unnamed again
What just happened again
What could have again, can never happen
Again and again and again
I'm spinning
Trembling
Listen, listen to me
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3. |
Night Service
04:48
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We remember that night differently
revisionist history
you say you were angry at me
I was drunk and brash, unsteady
long train ride home, you held me
alone in the car, you forgave me
Doors slide shut, hands slip between
feather touch, riding the tunnels, you tease
tangle of legs, you make me dizzy
fantasy, empty sparkling city
135th, nobody
125th, 116th, oh, you and me, oh
110th street, 96th, come on, show me
72nd, Times Square, we burn, we...
You tell me now you were angry
I remember it differently
revisionist history
belligerent drunken me
but that subway car was empty
and you smiled when I fell to my knees
Stand clear, the doors close, touch me
knead and glide, clickety clack symphony
straddle and glow, this bring memory
stop and squeal, empty sparkling city
135th, nobody
125th, 116th, oh, you and me, oh
110th street, 96th, come on, show me
72nd, Times Square, we burn, we...
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4. |
Unstitching
04:25
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Unstitching
V1
Still stuck in this place
Voices in the hall
Has it changed my face?
Mirror on the wall
Pre-Chorus
I cry and drink and dance alone
I run in place and strain
Everyone I know
in boxes on screen
I miss before
I miss everything
V2
Try to make plans
Impossible
Months are moments
Do you feel me fall
Chorus
When will this be over?
When will this end?
And what will come after?
And who will I be then?
And what can we defend?
And will we still be friends?
And you'll tell me everything is okay...
V3
Everything the same
but feels so changed
rip out the stitches
close up these distances
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5. |
September 15
04:15
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Tuesday September 15, 2:30pm
Five months from today, three states away
That's too late to help me
This is not your body
I am the infinity of all that lives in my mind
Why can't you see?
You limit me
Hot piece of ass
Tits, turn-on, baby mama
Is this what you see?
You make me just this body
Oh! Your mother, your lover
Your vessel, I rebel and...
Body keeping time, blood like charting tides
Knots of cells inside
You say they're not mine, but that's a lie
When you look at me, do you see me being free?
Do you know how we could thrive if you let me control my life?
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6. |
Sunshine Hotel
04:17
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New York City, on the Bowery
Above the cleaners is the Sunshine Hotel
For ten dollars, you can stay the night
You don't need to give your name
May seem scary, but it beats the street
Come and go as you please
Rooms are dark, without any windows
and the walls topped with chicken wire
But there's a bed you can spend your day on
And lay down when you tire
We don't have very much here
But we live without being judged
We all lost something, and we all have stories
And this may be the last stop
We all live at the Sunshine Hotel
To us it's home, though it might seem like hell
If these walls could talk, they'd have stories to tell
Sunshine Hotel
Empty bottles, broken needles
Paved the road for many of us
Broken thoughts, an aching mind
Can turn the world against someone
Broken hearts, and shattered dreams
It's the bond that makes us family
Rooms are dark, without any windows
and the walls topped with chicken wire
But there's a bed you can spend your day on
And lay down when you tire
We don't have very much here
But we live without being judged
We all lost something, and we all have stories
And this may be the last stop
We all live at the Sunshine Hotel
To us it's home, though it might seem like hell
If these walls could talk, they'd have stories to tell
Sunshine Hotel
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Creek and Kills Brooklyn, New York
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