WSP 196 The Move

from by Jonathan Burks

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there's a low mean light thrown down by the moon
pushing through this chilly, love-less room
it's a hard line, the kind that don't cut no groove
stone cold sober and bored to death
I watch the candle flicker, take another breath
both feet on the breaks, dead weight still on the move

don't know what you're made of till you get took apart
fingernails and bootprints in every vital part
it's a soft life, that's just salt in the wound
don't take it so hard, this too shall pass
just like the good times, don't nothing last
the plot tends to twist when the story-line forgets to move

fixed to a point, a ground for every wire
parameters surround every kind of fire
it's my own hands that done most the damage, it's true
both feet lift off for a fraction of a sec
when you walk with purpose and some bounce in your step
you dance till you don't, that's the move

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from Weekly Song Post v2, released September 1, 2014

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Jonathan Burks Milwaukee, Wisconsin

"When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro"

here's some pro tips:

1) Keep a scream journal. Scream into a camera or microphone at least once a day. Any word or sound will work. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK" seems to work for me.

2) Dance for 5 minutes daily. Dance on the way to the bathroom or kitchen. Dance as ugly as you can.

3) Make funny faces. Sit in front of a mirror and get strange. ... more

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