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father of one, awake but not alive
tell me where is your daughter tonight
is she lost in the underground murder film capital
Ciudad Juarez, Sonora Desert, 1994
he hears her keys in the door at 5 AM
joins him for coffee still wearing her black dress
takes out her diary and pens another entry
for September the 6th:
“I’m getting sick of this shit
another killing and shit
this guy beheaded this chick
they found her corpse in a ditch
the cops do nothing about it
they’re all complicit and shit
i wanted better than this
desert is trapping me in
gotta get back to Madrid
or i’m gonna die in this mess
i’m gonna die in this mess
i’m gonna die in this mess
i’m gonna die in this mess”
she comes home early from classes to find
her dad is staring out the window at a math textbook
he’s hung up on a clothesline
she knows he’s losing his mind
she hears him talking out loud
to nobody in the middle of the night
this house is surrounded
by ghosts of the girls killed on the road to the factory
and this whole town is haunted
another 10 dead in august
she sees her own face in every picture that they publish
the voices tell him to get her across the border
somewhere in Arizona where she can maybe start over
and forget about this horror
and forget about her father
who will remain behind
serving as shepherd for the martyred
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Speak Eastern, Western
04:11
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she was born to die
in a future confederation where
Emmanuel Macron is fighting
Angela Merkel in heaven
and through a sepia tone lens she witnesses
the similarities between the businesses
the bakery pastries, for instance
the trains in europe sound different
and all the mornings take longer to feel it
surrealist grey landscape of December
clutching a warm cup of coffee against her
and every day her english gets a little better
but she can not talk to them, and they will not comprehend her
buried in useless nostalgia for nagano
and she thinks about snow, and she misses her home
will you come back some day?
asks one of her relatives deep in her memory
childhood ghosts are drowned on the coastline
high school friendships fading in the red wine
what difference does it make?
speak eastern, western, math on a black board
passively drifting toward blue-eyed dutch guys
just when did the sun start setting in the eastern sky?
she said: “I’m not here but I won’t be leaving”
internet phone calls losing their meaning
what are they saying and why’s this appealing
missed another wedding, well maybe next season
she tripped acid and she saw what they’ll never see
veins bleeding ecstasy
can’t discuss it anyway
it’s just a watercolor melting in a rainstorm
blurring til meaningless
carried to the north sea shore
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UT Kirin Austin, Texas
Bedroom indie rock project of one HR Huber-Rodriguez.
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