And Now, Bleeding and Glittering With Broken Glass, The Escaped Prisoner Will Deliver From A Darkened Lightning-Cracked Lectern A Disquisition on The Aesthetics of Hope
The Hold Steady – How A Resurrection Really Feels – 3/20/2009 – Club de Ville
These are the red-eyed politics, the cocktail revisionists War room rules, no wives or kids, hear men sing the boy in them The hedge casts heroes late across the lawn, the valley hunt militia men all gone Thought we had the lock in ’54, now the maid owns the house next door, what’s more Swims in the pool she used to clean Our new king looks like a queen Leave me
BEFORE YOU GO FULLY SANE AND LEAVE ME HERE, IN THE WORLD OF PEASANT DUST… HOLD YOUR TONGUE AND NEVER SAY ‘GOODBYE’ TO ‘US’
NIETZSCHE TOLD THE HEART ITS BROKEN WORTH
‘A VICTORY DESCRIBED IN DETAIL IS INDISTINGUISHABLE FROM A DEFEAT’
HOLD THE TRUE LOVE ‘s HAND IN SILENCE. BAKE THE MEAT LOAF THOROUGHLY TO 160 INTERNAL DEGREES.
KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN AND YOUR CHIN UP, FACE BUNCHED INTO THE LOOK CONFUSED AND CHEERY LIKE A SCRAPPY PUGNACIOUS PUP.
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