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lyrics
All of our boredoms were once shining novelty;
at first so compelling, apparent anomalies,
now shimmering tinsel, distracting but meaningless,
bent puzzle pieces like everything else.
But there on the airplane we jolt wide awake;
in sense of our smallness we shiver and shake
in a fast-fleeting moment where all things seem vital,
and two hundred elbows turn to pins and needles.
I try to sit still at the church, at the funeral.
Feel weirdly like laughing - why are they so serious?
Their founts have unfrozen, they've tasted its realness,
and five hundred feet turn into pins and needles.
Yet so many nights, it's the same thing all over;
in preoccupation I stumble and wander,
feel apprehensive, bow down to my idols -
no cold pain of terror, pinched nerves, pins, or needles.
But it's evenings like these that I feel the most,
when every car coming could murder us both
in a fast-fleeting moment where all things seem vital,
no dull anaesthesia or killing indifference,
no sitting on sofas all sleepy and sated.
credits
from What Ails Us,
released September 10, 2013
Harrison Lemke - guitar, harmonica & vocals.