Thursday, October 15, 2009

And We All Stopped to Listen To Him Sing...


On the night that my love broke through
Revelations that came unglued
On the night that my love broke through
Cell doors were opened,
Guards stepped out the way,
prisoners got one acre of land and one year's pay.
A copy of Bukowski at the bottom of the stack
Got picked up by some dropout
who read it front to back
Shoving the death hand of his past
-The Cold War Kids

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