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Can’t shake the feeling sometimes like I’m stuck on a conveyor belt
And all the pretty young things and the stay-up-all-night fun things will not help
as if proximity to hearts so raw could stem the endless tide of invalids and stars
for all time

well every heart grows on a stalk and every heart is planted in a row
and when I want to understand the scope of what’s at hand that’s where I go
and the proximity to bodies giving back themselves to earth can make me
breathe slow

The analysts agree we are a nation of the free and of the sad
we worship our desires to the point that we can never live them out
standing in the cemetery just maybe I can breathe that all out
of my life

If there’s one thing you remember when you’re humming this tomorrow to yourself
there are more creatures living in the cemetery than there are the dead
there are more creatures living in the cemetery than there are the dead

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from Eight Delicate Olives Slowly Chewed At Midnight, released November 1, 2009

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