(link to downloadable audio below — the whole low-fi, acoustic recording is avail)
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"When the City Breathes"
I'm in the language school and
I'm waiting for the comedown
where everyone gets up and leaves all this rundown
sophist treachery far behind
now it's just you and me with an open mind
in the open air, in the open air
from the mountains I saw
the city nestled below
memories of times when
people still had a soul
before you were masked
now you're no longer speaking and you
no longer laugh
I'm so sick of this, I wanna go back
but the gate is closed, it's closed
(into the cold we go)
from Bodaiji mountain I can hear them screamin'
but its not the streams of envisioned crimson streamin'
it's just silent gasps when people are put in cages
a real genocide really don't make the news pages
and I just wanna fight, fight for my life
I'll be a natural I'll be back guaranteed
when the city breathes
when the city breathes
coffee in the park or
a crowded sweaty bar
a message in the dark says
we forgot just who we are
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Next:
We need original ballads about the heroes defeating the psychopaths.