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by Weakerthans


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			   SOUNDS FAMILIAR - The Weakerthans
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 We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest
                       
 Shedding skin faster than skin can grow
                       
And armed with hammers, feathers, blunt knives
                                                 
Words to meet and to define and to, but you must know
                                                       
The same games that we played in dirt, in dusty schoolyards
                                       
Has found a higher pitch and broader scale
                                         
Than we feared possible, and someone must be picked last
                               
And one must bruise and one must fail
                                               
And that still twitching bird was so deceived by a window
                                    
So we eulogized fondly, we dug deep and threw
                                               
Its elegant plumage and frantic black eyes in a hole
                                                               
And then we rushed out to kill something new, so we could bury that too
                                                   
The first chapters of lives almost made us give up altogether
                                    
Pushed towards tired forms of self-immolation
                                     
That seemed so original, I must, we must never stop
                                   
Watching the sky with our hands in our pockets
                                           
Stop peering in windows when we know doors are shut
                                         
Stop yelling small stories and bad jokes and sorrows
                                
And my voice will scratch to yell many more
                                             
But before I spill the things I mean to hide away
                                            
Or gouge my eyes with platitudes of sentiment
                                               
I'll drown the urge for permanence and certainty
                                                   
Crouch down and scrawl my name with yours in wet cement