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Copyright Rob Ketcherside; contact roket swirly gwu.eduFrom the album "Mother"
IRRITATED NIGHT
In a way this heart's beat will never cool down
Until the voice born in the dead of night's hallucinations bursts.
RUDE BOY
Misanthropy that forgot to look and to hear
Looked out, beyond the heart, to that bright world.
Turning one's head Can't be done twice It will come to be cold
Will it burn itself out IN FUTURE
Will it die out IN FUTURE
See a dream that won't end Wrapped up in this night
Serenade at the end Underneath a new moon
The end of an accelerating trite, digital dream.