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Strange Bodies
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I'm a cell, I'm a mass
Inside and outside
I wait, hesitate
Then I mate and divide
Antennae and feelers
To seek and to find
I'm a mole, I'm a hair
I'm an ear, I'm an eye
Strangers
We're all strangers
Strangers
In Strange bodies
I am color and shape
I'm a flower in bloom
I am air, I am blood
I'm a mouth, I'm a womb
I expand from myself
To feed and explore
A fact of existence
I don't know what for
Strangers
We're all strangers
We live in strange bodies
Strangers
In Strange bodies
Stranger all the time
In no cage, in no jail
I climb tall ladders
I am beaks, I am teeth
I am poisonous bladders
You better believe it
I am spines, I am scales
Members to pick locks
I draw blood with sharp nails
Strangers
We're all strangers
We live in strange bodies
Strangers
In Strange bodies
Stranger all the time
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What if we could wear those trails in the sky
On a clear summer’s day that are seven cities high?
If our shadows stretched several miles
And carved out those deep canyon aisles?
If there were no signs that say where we’re going,not knowing
That this is just flying.It is not dying.
What if we could wear those colors at dawn
In a pleasant cold rain that stretched to the horizon?
If our shadows spanned several states
Greying over those cold mountain gates.
If there were no signs to show where we’ve been, never knowing
That this is just climbing. It is not dying.
We could wear those trails in the sky
If there were no signs that say where we’re going, not knowing
That this is just flying. It is not dying.
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Concrete City Baltimore, Maryland
Tim Baier - guitar
Lee Ashlin - drums
Mike Hall - vocals
Elena Fox - bass, vocals
Power pop for a disappointing world.
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