"For the Captain" genre: Folk Punk
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	"There is no escaping / the thing that is making / its home in your radio."
	CD: Stars too Small to Use   Label: Jound Records
	Lyrics bless this tiny alley we have fallen from tall buildings we have fallen bless the birth of him the chapel he was killed in all your tiny flowers they have sat under the sidewalk they have waited for the pieces of the summer sun to show us all that is your beauty oh and all that is your treasure I could smell your skin beside me say I hope I'm here forever oh but captain with your lovers with your list of favorite pillows with your favorite list of children and the wall where you drew windows overlooking tiny gardens cut in two by jagged mountains and the secret sacred hsaring that went on beside the fountain where the water waits forever for a tiny tiny treasure that will rise up and recover that will leave this little alley when you meet me in the garden with your wings all dipped in cedar all the spirits brushing past me brushing past them in the ether say all this is window dressing all you are is flimsy curtains you will flame up with a word from us won't know that you are burning.

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