Fine Time Of Year by Mark Erelli

 
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I can't connect to this sacred object the bar was open but to me the bar was closing I like to suffer in a silent way I can't get through the days without a glaze across my face you're so smart and witty and funny and pretty and skinny but tonight I don't feel right I can't wait until I'm back in the city
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I can't connect to this sacred object the bar was open but to me the bar was closing I like to suffer in a silent way I can't get through the days without a glaze across my face you're so smart and witty and funny and pretty and skinny but tonight I don't feel right I can't wait until I'm back in the city a lonely rage. the hunger is the meanest cage [2x] I felt like we were at a loss. this is the cost of art the way you hate me with your grin and now I'm almost over it soon you'll set me free and raise a flag half mast I'm so stupid and speechless and burned out, sedated and faceless and sometimes it feels like I don't even exist in this place I'm momentum, in transit, alive in the rhythms of movement it's when I stop and start thinking that I realize all the people I'm missing
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