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Wednesday, July 22

thankyou owen, for dropping out of film-school and recording lo-fi in your basement

"There's a shield around us;
it's invisible and soundless
and we drink too much and fuck too soon,
smoke cigarettes in rented rooms
we quit our jobs and shoot the moon
and cut our wrists and sleep 'til noon.

There's a shield around us;
we're invincible and boundless
and we're on the run from I don't know
we're Patty Hearst and Squeaky Fromme
asleep on subways far from home
you'd think we'd never seen a comb.

Sent a letter to Mom and Dad: "Mom and Dad the money's running out"
Got a letter from Mom and Dad- they didn't send me anything.

There's a shield around us
we are heady, we are groundless
and we burn our friends and kill their names
build insecure and petty fames
and tattoo things that we believe;
stars and skulls and hearts in half-sleeves.

There's a shield around us;
tell me how is it you've found us?
'Cause we hide our tracks and watch the ground-
Our footfalls they don't make a sound.
We've cursed the names of our hometowns
We're compassless & nowhere bound.

Sent a letter to Mom and Dad: "Mom and Dad the money's running out"
Got a letter from Mom and Dad- I swear to God they don't get me at all."

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