We Ain't Horses

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lyrics: In sum, this is all a showdown, no reason to change the rules
Parade, how was it in Houston? Erase, and come back home.

With time the patient becomes patient, flattening coca-coal
Framed for the murder of contraction, the blood pressures the blood.

Solution – Attention – Sensation – Solution

A dusty border line with two rubber bands
A working-class lookout treason
A dead walrus – No tomorrow
A Mobile Army Surgical Hospital (M.A.S.H.)
Serving with a smile of steel amidst urban alienation
A cowardly scholar with time on his hands
A looking glass essay about Frank Lloyd Wright-like architecture.

What a funny day to beat different drums
What a funny feeling at the same time
And now, the train is on a false track, no ends to tie with truth
Museum, center of attention, flattening coca-coal.

Absolution – Abortion
Attention – Pretension
Sensation – Solution.
credits: from High on Lo-Fi, released 02 November 2007
Leblanc/Barabé
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