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Some things are better left unsaid,
Yes, some deeds are better unknown,
And none of mine show.

This page seeks my right hand,
WIth promises to widen all that I hold,
Yet my eyes grow old.

Riddled with ink marks of the dead,
Who stood to shift the world by their eyes,
If I stood to leave these marks unread,
Then my ink won’t fall by the wayside.

The road winds.
And we call erratic.
‘Cause roadside,
Is where we’re ever safe.
To hesitate.
And call out hate,
But never change.

Yet bludgeoned bodies fill such books for pages,
Red ink anthologies for every age and,
Blood wars to rattle up our souls and set the stages,
To clench my fists, expel my lungs,
As if one man could do enough.

That night you hollered,
“There must be something waiting,”
“There must be something,
Terrible that halts your every move.”
“So start and take up a stand.”
“So just lift up your right hand.”
“So make that change,”
“Avoid the day you’ll say, ‘I never…’”

You’re right, my Baby Girl.
You’re right, my Baby Girl,
And I swear I will never…

You’re right, my Baby Girl.
You’re right, my Baby Girl,
And I swear I will never stop.

“Hesitate.”
(HOLLER. AND. SCREAM. OUT. LOUD.)
“I’ll never change.”
(SCREAM. RIGHT. NOW.)

Riddled with ink marks of the dead,
Who stood to shift the world by their eyes.
If I stood to leave these marks unread,
Then my ink won’t fall by the wayside.

By the wayside.
By the wayside.
By the wayside.
By the wayside.

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from How to Operate Your Brain, released December 13, 2011

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New Lungs Seattle, Washington

Wes Gonzalez
Nick Emard
Rob Granfelt
Scott Rixon
Gehrig Uhles

We saw stars. We saw spaceships. We heard songs of the ages and saw lights in the eyes of our enemies. Now we see nothing. We sit in a cave in the dark and revel at the sound of dust settling.
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