Sunday, July 01, 2007

Primitive Radio Gods - 'Standing Outside A Broken Phone Booth With Money In My Hand'

Album: Rocket

Am I alive or thoughts that drift away?
Does summer come for everyone?
Can humans do as prophets say?
And if I die before I learn to speak
Can money pay for all the days I lived awake
But half asleep?


Am not sure, but I think ... you've turned away and shut up tight.

You're right, of course - there are things about which you're never wrong.

You'd spoken; once, twice, so many times before. I'm the one who needs to learn to speak.

I'd thought that a picture bespeaks a thousand words and that action speaks louder; there are things about which I'm never right.



But I still can't keep from hoping ...

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