All of a sudden, even though the moon could never talk before, it is talking now. And it’s making faces and they are recognizable and it’s giving me the most strange advice. But there are no moon translators around and so nothing that the moon is saying matters.
When the morning comes, there is rain and it is washing the road. All of the sad people come out of their houses and let the rain touch them.
I am one of these things.
The rain will create an ocean we cannot carry. The trees will swallow us.
I became so small.
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It was you who were wildest
It was you who floated above us all
I held on with wires
Will you come back down if I let you go?
-cold war kids, skip the charades
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Explosions pillaging the night
From the fireworks on the fourth of July
It’s just my lady, our friends, and I
Smoking cigars and yelling at cars as they drive by
We scaled a ladder ascending to the roof
While five years ago I weeped and no one knew
Holding my guitar, I strummed a tune
I sang “I love you but I have to cut you loose”
-youth lagoon, july
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