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Diastole Is When The Heart Lets Go
Well your character inserts his own lines
Sorts through the refuse of his own finds
He paints in long and melancholy lines
While the lookers look on from behind
The grass is blue down in Tennessee
But the faces aren't faces that you wanna see
And in the interim spaces you can break for free and then
Set off running for the sea
And you whistle through world and it makes you swoon
You feel like a child in a childhood room
Forgetting bout the people in line and the days that you waited
When everything becomes illuminated
Well the bull market
It did a nose-dive
Now the bears are circling the beehive
Well you dropped your shares
Cause you're trading inside
But you know it's gonna haunt you till you die
Well they're puttin' more people on the front lines
Where the vultures perch on the street signs
Where the old men seek
But the young men find
That they're already running out of time
In the former republic of the IOU
We rose to sound of a military coup
But we found that the promises they made had been miscalculated
When everything became illuminated
Well you're locked in the back of an old truck
And you curse to heaven for your bad luck
And the police are tuggin' on a door that's stuck
But you still can't seem to give a fuck
Well the old boy's sleeping on a trampoline
Cause he'd given up tryin' to keep his nose clean
And then he wakes up thinking that it's gotta be a dream
Cause the plot line ain't what it seems
And he knew what the well and the sick have in common
The story that the snowflake whispered in the oven
He smiled as he gazed on the faces of the one's that he hated
When everything became illuminated
Texas holdem’ is a bad game
When your too drunk to know your own name
When the chance is gone 'fore you even know it came
And the cards all start to look the same
The fold is filled with it's own food
But the kids won't eat they're in a bad mood
And the killer is tilling up the walking path
And he's pouring out the concrete bath
You spend forty years coddling your only hit song
You sit around waiting with the radio on
When the money is gone
And the light in your eye is faded
Then everything will be illuminated
You take your place at the table with the bride and groom
And you feel like a child in a child hood room
When you run into the arms of the one that you thought you'd evaded
Then everything will be illuminated
-Delancy St. Ritenhouse Sqaure, Philadlephia 2007
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Words and music by Devin Greenwood © 2011 Secret Piney Music
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