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Ulysses

Always 8 AM
always running late
the tea is almost cold
always 2nd place
we are a field of poppies
proud but bent.

A study in the way
we hang our heads in shame
and the sorrows we hold
close against our chest
picking up the tempo
in this dance of death
picking up the tempo
getting faster once again.

Start to shake from head to toe
you can’t move, collapsing to the floor
and you, pull those curls from your hair
there’s no room for you here
wake me up…

Waiting once again
one night rolls into the next
for real or for pretend
alive or maybe dead
standing like a statue
chipped and cracked
picking up the tempo
out of breath.


Start to shake from head to toe
you can’t move, collapsing to the floor
and you, pull those curls from your hair
there’s no room for you here
there’s no room for you here
don’t wake me up…

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from A Day At The Wauchope Races EP, released July 7, 2014

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