Last night in my dream we were breathing.
Last night in my dream we were dying over and over,
Chasing our dog,
Bleeding our hearts out in clover.
Shouting goodbyes over and landlines and wires,
Laughing and howling at our own funeral pyres but
Only after midnight and
Only on television and
Only in the key of C.
Now the dog is gone, dear brother.
Chasing the footsteps of our mother over and over,
Through the red fern,
Burning fevers through her bones.
Singing in cut- time until we stood on our own,
And granting us the right to crown ourselves kings
Like we always wanted like we never thought we could when
Only deaf ears knew our names.
Now the dog is gone,
Father we've been wrong,
Counting days when you're gone,
Left us here alone,
To bury your pale blue shell,
In the earth where the dead dogs go.
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Perfectly encapsulates the teenage experience. Finding this album while still young and in high school was the best decision I've made in quite awhile. charlesjr
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i'm no good so i'll let everyone else do the talking abt how great this album is bc i have more important things to talk abt like that it was recorded in my hometown!! i was walkin around a stupid little ten-year-old and they were in the stu makin this album less than a mile from my house!! what!!!!! Elizabeth