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[aid] => mick
[title] => Left To Make It Through (Luggage at Detraction Ave)
[time] => 2006-12-05 03:50:13
[hometext] => F.W. -Don't hurt your head
[bodytext] => “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 [comments] => 0 [counter] => 211 [topic] => 62 [informant] => Franciswolf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => spiritual )
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