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The Cold Catcher

from I Dream The Obelisk by Waspy Synth

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Got bricks for eyes and I'm always tired
The ceiling's far away
The air is thick, his hands are quick
To display a three of 8's
A one-two glance, think what's the chance?
Got a loaded house tonight.
A pistol from his pants I said he's got quick hands
But I beat him outright.

I get tossed outside; the streets are a river
Fruitless decay, I slip into The Ether.

Every surface reflective, cars hate goes convective
I'm nameless in the rain
Consider self lucky that breathing is something
You can do without pain.
You see your friends wait, nope you don't
'Cause they care not anymore
A lungful of smoke, a life ending stroke
Trauma from the Vietnam War.

The buildings are empty, least that's what the news' say
I don't read it unless I need it.
I can tell that they're lying 'cause I see police trying
To give them squatters' blues
So spare a thought, yes give some breath
To those who really need it.
This rain's suffocating, surrounded by hating
And your air is love made real.
But don't give it all when they flood them like rats
Tie concrete to their shoes
You'll need every gasp, 'cause air runs our fast
When they put you under, too

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from I Dream The Obelisk, released November 12, 2021
Sample:
Symphony No. 5 in E minor, Op. 64 - II - Andante cantabile, con alcuna licenza; Andante mosso (Horenstein)
Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky

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Composer, Musician and producer based in the Hunter Valley, NSW Australia

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