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Static & Rain Falling
No Sound
Every Stupid Idea
How to Overthrow the Federal Government in 7 Seconds or Less
How to Stop It
Are you gonna pull them pistols
Ironically Titled

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Static and Rain Falling

She picks up the receiver and hears static and rain falling
She's about to hang up
Then she hears his voice...

"Wait, it's me..."
There's a long pause.
"I know. Why can't you let me live the rest of my life in peace?"

There's a loud ringing in her ear
But before she has time to wonder
Whether or not her hearing will be fucked up permanently
A wave of relief sweeps her entire body
A reluctant smile crosses her lips.

No Sound

You become so's you'd to live
Because she said so
And the only way to do that
/The only way to deal with the inertia that resulted
From yr inability to do so
Was to drink yrself to passing out

The nightmare returns now
In different forms
Always ending the same way
You hear her sweet voice coming out
Apologizing
Until you realize
It's your hand
From which no sound comes out

Every Stupid Idea

This is understanding
This is piss poor poverty

And criticism of golden misunderstanding flanked on every which side by still breeding....
Every stupid idea that walks through my mind in the span of a second.

How to Overthrow the Federal Government in 7 seconds or Less

Seems to me you're flying much too high
You know your wings are made from the bones of the weak
My advice is be prepared to crash land
Time flows in circles
Revenge flows in spirals

How to Stop It

It helps to remain here at this threshold
It's particularly telling
When you feel this way
When you fail in this respect in particular
No one's quite sure how far you can fathom
Or where it'll grow you
At thirteen
Curled up and waiting
For a wet dream that'll never come
You know that you feel this
What you need to know now is how to stop it



Are you gonna pull them pistols

It would be wise
To never speak to me again
It would be in your best interest
To turn the other way when you see me coming

I know I seem harmless
But the question you gotta ask yourself
Is how well do you really know me?

"So are you gonna pull them pistols or whistle dixie?"



Ironically Titled

By the twelfth or thirteenth hour
You always appear and I'm sure
If I leave for a minute
I'll have to wait the whole day
To see you again

The noise from the fan
Awakens me
And I desperately try to find you again
But these days will pass
And I'll only have those nights to look forward to again
When I strive to sleep more than humanly possible
In the hopes that eventually our lips might touch again

Info

Released September 2004 by No More Labels. Catalogue #: NML27.