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Left To Make It Through (Luggage at Detraction Ave)
Contributed by
Franciswolf
on
Tuesday, 5th December 2006 @ 03:50:13 AM in AEST
Topic:
spiritual
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“Left to make it through (Luggage at Detraction Ave)”
Caution on the student campus, murderers are a foot
Bandana wearing crooks are masking people with their soot
Charcoal black on their faces, all is hidden now
And everyone in innocence is made to fall and bow
Caught in between, the klepto queen voices opinion in the breeze
On people busy curing so they can stop to spread disease
She swipes their hearts, divides the woman from the man
Robs her of her stability and boldly takes his hand
And all this madness is running while the hunter’s horn coldly blew
And all I’m ever hoping is that you’re going to make it through
My child weeps for his birth, for he was so ready to humbly die
Now he sits in purple robes letting out a mile-passing sigh
He sits upon the fire escape screeching on into the night
With all this life about him, there can still be a chance to fight
The three-thumbed candy man and his patriotic balloon
Have a full house at the destructors bar but can spare the room
Two seats remain, though are reserved, their sitting at the bar
For the one who sees inside himself to the one busy looking far
And the candy man meets the baby, he gives him sugar glue
As they discuss the finer points of trying to make it through
Charlie Chaplin mutely specifies what lies the feature picture tells
To the audience of card givers entranced within it’s spells
Picture reels on, three two one onto it’s go
To the image of a camel melting in the fire of a cold New England snow
Creepy harmonicas shoot out notes like razors to the chest
They stab and strike the musician, the rambling con pianist
He gargles up some rainbow silk; it spews from his tonic mouth
He points the notes to their enemy, a pop star to the south
The notes move on, they leave the town they never really knew
And leave all left to silence to cowardly make it through
My lips they speak a message that the rabbit lets his ear so hear
He darts off towards the passages to the Atomic Bar in the rear
Buying Jack Daniels from the tender a Mistress at age nine
He tells her all the voice I spilled and gets a free order to dine
Three wise men follow a star into the avenue, they stop collect their breath
Speaking with the librarian she sadly predicts upon their death
They leave for a race, no treasure placed the librarian is sad to see them go
Just because she devastated them in telling what they’d never want to know
And she goes back in to research two more shades of blue
Because she’s seen them in the sky as she tried to make it through
Wing span heavy eagles perch on the power chords up high
Waiting for the liberties to starve, collapse and die
Ten to twenty watch with red eyes piercing into the street
They’ve got more dirt between their lies then the dirt below your feet
And all these characters, I’ve made them trying to find a cause
It started out with a message friend, but I’ve forgotten what it was
So you can clean my lonely, eyes, tell me it’s all for nothing
As I pack up all my dignities and hit these streets up running
And you can find my figure if you want upon Detraction Avenue
Leaving you with the chance to finally make it through
Copyright ©
Franciswolf
... [
2006-12-05 03:50:13]
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