and all of us, as well
we saw the fire that fell from the sky
and wondered what it was really all about
they sat passively watching all the bombs that dropped
and everywhere folks turned their gaze up on high
failed generals smoothed out all of the wrinkles, while singing 'this land was made for you and me'
their words cast a shadow on us all, blocking out the view
of all the folks they got on satellite
pressing buttons that dropped all of heaven onto them
smoothing out the wrinkles
dumbing it all down
while our voices rolled in their graves
while singing 'this land was made for you and me'
2 am
abandoned city street
flags
broken streetlamp serenade
the names of things and other such thoughts

interviews
CHYZ Interview (English Translation)

rusty string
the wires from my broken record player
fake plastic guns
oh, sweet consequence
and all of us, as well
painting over it did no good / solitary bird
nursing 500 broken fingers

the roots, the leaves
intimidated by silence
asleep on a train
the birds in your chest
the sun always sets
drop ceilings and day planners
some lonesome street corner
dead telephone
i know someone who can't recognize
