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[Burnt Sierra]

Resurrection Dream - Part 1

Paris Texas taken to technological extremes
Communication without pain.
As we type
We watch you
Your movements
Your smiles
We hear your voice from our speakers
We can say
Whatever we want
No fear of reprisals
You don’t know who we are.
Are we in search of a life
Or just passing the time
One thing I know
You will live forever
Deep in my hard drive
This is my Resurrection Dream.

I like to turn off the volume
Listen to music instead
Playing along to your disembodied dance
Aimee Mann telling me I have no choice
Softly in the background
At times like this
It’s easy to believe
Your words appear on my screen
Giving me connection
You answer what I type
Who needs reality?
I can smoke without complaint
Let’s face it
You can’t smell it
My window’s wide open
The trees blocking the graveyard
Letting the spirits listen to Aimee
Whilst I feel full again.
It’s not a life
Maybe just existing
But it help’s to pass the time
Whilst we wait to be reborn
My Resurrection Dream.

[Burnt Sierra]

Gutter Glitter

You say it’s all going to be alright
But I’m practised at seeing through your lies
It’s just you and another sound bite
Skirting the history you seek to revise.

Well, now it’s my turn to be forthright
What you’ve become, I’ve begun to despise
And before I walk out and finally take flight
Allow me to say it shouldn’t be a surprise.

I expect when I’m gone you’ll jump onto Twitter
Complaining about how you’re crying alone in the rain
But not every street gutter has glitter
And in truth, I’m not the cause of your pain.