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lyrics
The night that I couldn't stand the pain of my indifference,
I stumbled into the frozen street in the hope it'd make some kind of difference.
And the sky was a great black window filled with a monstrous distance,
and the weight of the thing that drove me there was suddenly insistent.
For though I'd found no real happiness in the deception
that the resplendent universe was somehow moved by my passing,
neither was there any joy in this wash of pointless events,
useless to contemplate, veiled in their own transience.
There's a gloom in every corner;
please don't let it in.
It's on the steps to every apartment,
but don't let it in.
Don't go along with its plan.
Don't go along; it'll get me if it can.
After some time I tried posing my question to the howling wind,
but whether too poorly phrased or unanswerable, the wind just kept on howling.
But you spoke to me then in a tower of the blackest silence.
And I knew it was all I'd ever hear you say,
and that was okay.
credits
from What Ails Us,
released September 10, 2013
Harrison Lemke - guitar, harmonica & vocals.