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Park Slope Takes
A Lazarus Soul
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The world is in an awful state, the days they seem so dark
When the years they keep on stealing all the catchers of the spark
The southern son that warmed your room, when your life was dull as delph
Showed the new world in its barebelly as you lay there by yourself
The holiest of hollers and the hell that it would paint
Baggy Buddha in a wheelchair with the wisdom of a saint
It was Stephen's day, the world found that sad Peter Pan escaped
And this time, it did take, Chesnutt, are you still awake?
Mourning when you called
They were fresh faced and full of grace
Mourning when you called
They were fresh faced and full of grace
Mourning when you called
They were fresh faced and full of grace
Mourning when you called
I was carrying Vic's passing to the glory of the spring
A single shot shattered the sunshine, we had lost the static king
The shadow crossed the barn, led to a cycle of self-harm
For a psychedelic cowboy with a dusty pawn shop charm
The rosewood that transforms into a six-string mystery
Let it be the axe that counteracts and chops the gallow tree
Men tend to keep it to themselves, they take their whiskey straight
When sad thoughts have no brakes, Linkous, are you still awake?
Mourning when you called
They were fresh faced and full of grace
Mourning when you called
They were fresh faced and full of grace
Mourning when you called
They were fresh faced and full of grace
Mourning when you called
The value of the chant depreciates to the extent
The poet of a generation couldn't afford a room to rent
See his ghost upon the corner 'neath a neon sword and snake
In a thrift store army jacket and a shirt read park slope takes
Did recreation turn addiction? Did your rave become a slave?
Did the love that lit your heart become its agent of decay?
The solution, it was saline, but the punchline was opaque
Every hour was an ache
Berman, are you still awake?
Mourning when you called
They were fresh faced and full of grace
Mourning when you called
They were fresh faced and full of grace
Mourning when you called
They were fresh faced and full of grace
Mourning when you called
They were fresh faced and full of grace
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