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Empire Liquor Mart (9127 S. Figueroa St.)
Gabriel Kahane
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When the black and whites arrive
I am lifeless on the floor
Crumpled dollars in my hand
In my hand, in my hand
The lady in the fishing vest
Has dropped the gun
Who wears a fishing vest
When they're working at a liquor store?
I float up to the corner
Just above the ice cream
And the frozen food
I perch beside the surveillance camera
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Only days after the trial
You could feel the tension rise
In the street and in the rhythm
Of despair, of despair
It was war after a while
In each neighbor's tired eyes
There was nothing to persuade them
To stand down, to stand down
I float higher and higher
Friendly with the clouds
That cover Southland
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I watch the tender skyline dancing
Oh, the terror
On the long night
On the long fight
Blood, glass, burnt hair
These angry armies quick advancing
In position
On the rooftops, in the culverts
Stores are sacked while no one's there
Now two kinds of light from fires and fixtures
They fill the sky
It was never so bright when I was young
I was too young to die
On TV sets, in houses effortlessly done
In fancy colors
All the righteous, all the newsmen
Speak of end times
Why should they give a fuck
Some angry little black girl took a bullet?
Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy
On the ones who've done the crimes
Now two kinds of light from fires and fixtures
They fill the sky
It was never so bright when I was young
I was too young to die
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If I float even higher
Pattern and procession are uncovered
Flood and fire, flood and earthquake
Keep folks unmoored
And the occasional celebrity car chase
Woo, woo, woo, woo!
Just to keep God, just to keep God
From getting bored, from getting bored
Now two kinds of light from fires and fixtures
They fill the sky
It was never so bright when I was young
I was too young to die
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When my Grandma was a young woman
East St. Louis
She thought the town was no good to us
She took a Greyhound
Just as far as it could take her
Felt her maker in the waves
You know, how God moves through us
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I was six years old when we followed
My mother was twenty two
The light was magic
The light was true
She thought we'd moved
Beyond a sharecropper's debt
But we were just a pawn
In the accuser's bet
Nobody reads from the Book of Job
At the church where me and my grandma go
Nobody sees the trouble, I know
But I know that trouble's gonna find me
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Three years later on the Thanksgiving
The light turned bitter
My grandmother didn't know what hit her
We got a chill from the cold white sun
Momma found herself staring
At the barrel of a gun
That weren't enough, my uncle died too
Shot through the chest back in East St. Louis
So one fine day my grandma lost two
Took me in her arms and said, it's just me and you
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Nobody reads from the Book of Job
At the church where me and my grandma go
Nobody sees the trouble, I know
But I know that trouble's gonna find me
Nobody reads from the Book of Job
At the church where me and my grandma go
Nobody sees the trouble, I know
But I know that trouble's gonna find me
It will find me
It will find me
It will find me
It will find me
It will find me
It will find me
It will find me
It will find me
It will find me
It will find me
It will find me
It will find me
It will find me
So when I say that my untimely death
Was something certain
What I mean is that these tragedies
Are a kind of family tradition
So when I walk into the liquor store that morning
Bright and angry
In a daydream of a boyfriend
I was fifteen
Pick up a bottle of orange juice
And put it into my backpack
Head toward the counter with dollar bills
And she accuse me of stealing that
She pull my sweater
And so I hit her
Put down the bottle
Don't want no trouble
Now two kinds of light from fires and fixtures
They fill the sky
It was never so bright when I was young
I was too young to die
Now two kinds of light from fires and fixtures
They fill the sky
It was never so bright when I was young
I was too young to die
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I suppose it's no surprise
To find myself about to die
But how long that silver moment
From the bullet to the floor
That right there was a lifetime
La da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
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