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Interview with B. Rice
03:23
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I’ve spent more hours than I can count. Unacquainted with myself, I will watch it all come down. Can’t stop looking back. The memories that mark moments that have passed are all I can ask for now. As recollection slowly fades, everything still comes in waves. Scared not of death but of the change. A cardiac conviction. A foundation set ablaze. Arson on a nice cool day. The place is not the same yet these memories remain. It’s all I really have. All that I have left. The comets pass us by and continue on with me. It’s not quite how I pictured things would be, but I guess it’s close enough. Serenity, anguish, solace, triumph.
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Rich in Bootstraps
02:42
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This is a black tie affair, baby, and the “best-dressed” award goes to... Oh, who really gives a fuck anyway. Passing glances and sidestepped hallway dances. The siren has devoured the hopeless romantic. This display of affection keeps him close. Lavender letters that you wrote when you were more decisive wilt away. November never felt the same. The way these things have been designed it’s just not right to hide behind. A veil that is torn and frayed and every desperate delay adds more tension to the bind. Knowing you are just like me makes it easier to find. Some relief from the ghosts that I see like the ones that haunt your family tree. Reminiscing on the remnants of a shattered life. Knowing you are just like me. The hole that I thought you could fill. You’re only digging deeper, like you’re digging a grave. The heart is ripped out from this home. All of the doors have been shut. Out of his chest. All but the coffin are locked.
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Wrapped in my cowardice. Here at the end of all things. I will do what I can for you and your other son. Dread lurking in their sullen eyes. The flowers at their horse’s feet. Death never felt so inevitable to he who awaits this glorious defeat. Life draining from their frantic eyes. Their bodies at their horse’s feet. Think better of me. I will fall apart for you. A silent sacrifice. Owing myself to this. My will to live is shattered. A broken heart decided that a limp body would absolve it. You said do not return without a heartbeat. Your words feel like being burned alive.
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Thank You Driver Langley, British Columbia
Four-piece chaotic post-hardcore band from Langley BC, Canada.
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