Stacks

Marqué :

This time is real,
I feel it passing through the telephone,
No one is home now,
No one is home.


These stacks,
They keep me down,
So I build some more.
America is just a word but I use it.


Language keeps me locked and repeating


This time is real,
I see it passing by the avenue,
Nothing to do now,
There's nothing to do.


I see them spinning on,
So I spin out.
America is just a word but i use it.


Language keeps me locked and repeating

Par Fugazi @ Steady Diet of Nothing

Bed For The Scraping

Marqué :

I'm sick with this I'm sick with this Situation avoided or just missed? My own sweet time says it's ten twenty four Hardly recognise simple things anymore

I don't want to be defeated

This is the point This is the manifest Bed for the scraping Dirty little secret Reason for the gathering consequence What else is there to do But go outside and look around look around