
Date of issue: 13.10.2016
Record label: Topshelf
Song language: English
Loose Cigarettes |
Black lung |
Black life |
The black hole stuck inside my half-black, heavy heart |
As if these stupid words might play some part in status quos, in sleeper holds, |
in middle passage or tobacco roads |
Just like four-hundred years of loaded guns might somehow be undone by singing |
songs like they were bricks when we’re, we’re trading lives for loose |
cigarettes, and blackened eyes, and blackened lungs, and free TVs, |
and capsicum clouds |
And if there is a god, well, she don’t care at all if we, we sing the songs, |
we throw the bricks |
We’re trying to breathe but we’re choking on words like pig |
And I’m just trying, I’m trying to breathe again |
It changes nothing but I… I guess I need to pretend |
And I’m just trying, I’m trying to breathe again |
It changes nothing but sometimes it helps to pretend |
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