<i>Suicide hurts Greyhound ticket sales.</i>&#13;
&#13;
Once when I was teenaged and submerged&#13;
Beneath an oil slick, you could still&#13;
Make out my features from above.&#13;
Silt had not begun to settle on&#13;
This tiny lens. No cataract...&#13;
&#13;
Maybe when the saturated tip&#13;
Of every cotton swab you &#13;
Carry in your stain-resistant glove&#13;
Separates and starts its journey south&#13;
I'll give you more time to react&#13;
&#13;
Hey now&#13;
You've got to really love someone&#13;
To let them kill themselves&#13;
&#13;
Onward, ever onward, ever back&#13;
My heart refuses to attack&#13;
My dagger will not lance a boil&#13;
Backward, ever backward, ever on&#13;
Your face is left upon the soil

You've Got to Really Love Someone to Let Them Kill Themselves

Magnetic Fields: Yes.
69 Love Songs: Yes.
I have a mandolin: Yes.
Fireflies flouresce: Yes.
Dear Stephan Merritt: Mmmmmaybe.
Thanks for ignoring the guitar. 
Really.
Thanks.

<I>I have a mandolin. It isn't much like yours.
In fact, it isn't really even mine.
I walk past it every day
And it blinks at me from the window display
At the pawn shop on Boylston and Pine

Swaddled in flax
Stuck forty tacks
Into the band of my tiara

But I'm not complaining
Because I'm in training
To be your holy martyred son

Life is a mess
But even bugs luminesce
I wanna be your Che Guevara

All the world over
Cleveland to Dover
They'll say we're numbers Two and One

Someday I'll save enough
For an earnest blonde chanteuse
Whose velvet chords are primed with earl grey

Her tongue will be the crumpet 
Upon which I slather words-
Enough to sing two brand new songs each day

Prelude to no. 70

Jordan

Time Time Standing

Dave Matthews Girls

There is a bomb in the corner of every room.
Will you shield your eyes with one luminescent hand?
I called to speak to someone you despise
I called to speak to someone
Wearing someone's crap disguise

Get out, get out
('Cause time evades us all)
Get out, get out
(None standing, none will fall)
I've left the worst behind
And you are one of them
Get out, get out

There is a bomb in the corner of every eye
Most of us slipped through a crack in our mother's womb
I called to speak to someone through your lips
I called to speak to someone
In the thick of this eclipse


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