Wednesday, October 1, 2008

light 8. recievers down

High above the sound
Of telephones and beings
Coughing up their chests
In showers of thumbtacks

Take that bow and arrow and shoot down every satellite
Circling cell phone cities like asteroids

Ride on, fall down
Sing the recievers down into the ground

This poisonous feeling, all mirrors and mist
The price is high but you cannot refuse to buy in
And rise above the ground beneath this town

Fight on, lie down
Sing the recievers down into the ground

The power lines hum above, forever present
Forever radiating the secrets of this city
In words we say we do not understand
But we always did, and we always will
The eclectic sound, the electric pound

Smiling, laughing, hollow voices
Everybody sing the recievers down into the ground
Everybody sing, everybody sing.

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