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The Angel Gabriel

from Bummer City's Best Lawn by La Chancla

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Perceive it, like an open palm
Real? Or just forced it
Finger's reading scrawled
Let him who has ears, hear an "open" word
Caught in a snare like a futile curse
Left to yourself on a pile of dirt
Each one returns to it's place of birth

Star crossed: we ascribe
As if the stars could show us inside.
I cant gaze behind your eyes
And I'm helpless not to real-I-ze

Wrestle with fate till you bruise your side.
Thorn in the flesh of sun-baked hide
Spent too much time - in the coffin of [en]light[enment]
Snakeskin arise as a turncoat guise
Gold-tongue-ed words to soon arrive
Lions will sift - through the trough of lies
Star crossed: we ascribe
As if the stars could show us inside.
I cant gaze behind your eyes
But I'm helpless not to real-I-ze

I see you reaching out,
all the while with a thorn in my side
You've played along the whispering doubts,
crying out:
Orpheus be my guide!

But what now of the hollow cage?
What now of the skeleton of Eden?
Crumbling to piles of dust!
What now of the bones we hold?
What now if we were to drop them?
Splashing, they fall in the chasm!
Hands held clean like paranoia
Once dirty as a newborn's curse!
Yielding to a will I often misread!

Silent moment with the echo aside, presiding at my wake like some ringmaster guy
Fearful moment with the rising tide, abiding at my side like the horizon'd sky
Cackles hollow as they draw nigh', riding on a broom as the black bat flys, as the black bat flys
Walking the line past the row of ferns and of course mocked I will return 
And mocked I'll return, as I slowly die

As I slowly die, the dark wings hover, falsely by
As I slowly die, the three rings become the stage for life

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from Bummer City's Best Lawn, released March 5, 2019

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Out they came, from a pile of radioactive ooze, mutated through the ages to the tune of halcyon humming and the aural auras of intergalactic crickets, and rising now, instruments of cosmic tomfoolery in hand... La Chancla!

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