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12/26/2002

 
Coward Eye
from 11/13/'02

Be prepared to see the change of hands
shake your feet and lose the dirt from your cleats
this is me we're looking through
this is the changing of shoes
you've got rhythm and blues
in the way you close your mouth
in the way that you get out
taking me with you and leaving me here
fear is darkness
washing over all that's clean
I'm on a mean streak
kicking dirt on the clean freak
with words so dismal
It promotes the dismissal of wisdom
and the admission of guilt
The lampshade is raised
to a sunshine day
the blinds are blades
but we cut through such shame
pierce my coward eye
with this blinding light
that comes in from outside
together we fall
cause all in all
you walk the beat
and I play in the street
hoping you'll arrest me.