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==Lyrics== | |||
<pre>Rotary Park is safe after dark | <pre>Rotary Park is safe after dark | ||
Neighbors off porches | Neighbors off porches | ||
Wine | The playground is stark | ||
Wine stain'd a vacant old basketball court | |||
Dwellings surround a municipal fort | Dwellings surround a municipal fort | ||
Don’t mind the stories of triumphs and glories | |||
Don’t mind the stories of triumphs and glories | |||
Rotary Park is the jam after dark | Rotary Park is the jam after dark | ||
Be | |||
Leave and decide | |||
Stay and be blind | Stay and be blind | ||
Easy to claim when you’ve places to find | Easy to claim when you’ve places to find | ||
We nearly died | We nearly died | ||
Be that inside | Be that inside | ||
grinding the gears of all tides | |||
Rotary Park is at peace after dark | Rotary Park is at peace after dark | ||
Chief Pontiac stamped his name on the mark | Chief Pontiac | ||
Mystery buried | stamped his name on the mark | ||
Twilight | |||
Don’t mind the lion | Mystery buried in flat dominos | ||
(Be, leave and decide, stay and be blind) | |||
Twilight attuned to a creeping repose | |||
(Easy to claim when you’ve places to find) | |||
Don’t mind the lion | |||
hid dreaming of Zion | |||
Rotary Park is ablaze after dark | Rotary Park is ablaze after dark | ||
Rotary Park is swell after dark | Rotary Park is swell after dark | ||
coveting woes | |||
Trials by pairings with blood on the | in bureaucracy throes | ||
Victory | |||
Trials by pairings with blood on the psyche | |||
(Be, leave and decide, stay and be blind) | |||
Victory airings not sponsored by Nike® | |||
(Easy to claim when you’ve places to find) | |||
Purple potato-faced comrade ascends | Purple potato-faced comrade ascends | ||
(We nearly died, be that inside) | |||
Vultures encircle abandoned amends | Vultures encircle abandoned amends | ||
(Grinding the gears of all tides) | |||
This morning I woke from a nightmare and fell out of bed | This morning I woke | ||
from a nightmare and fell out of bed | |||
and Lo! | |||
The ghost of a man ages thought to be dead | |||
A smile and a ribbon he wore with a dutiful pose | A smile and a ribbon he wore with a dutiful pose | ||
A wink | A wink | ||
A prick from the thorn of that beautiful rose | |||
Rotary Park is aghast before dusk | Rotary Park is aghast before dusk | ||
don’t mind the four savage | |||
young horsemen of musk | |||
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Latest revision as of 12:39, 16 February 2022
Lyrics
Rotary Park is safe after dark Neighbors off porches The playground is stark Wine stain'd a vacant old basketball court Dwellings surround a municipal fort Don’t mind the stories of triumphs and glories Rotary Park is the jam after dark Be Leave and decide Stay and be blind Easy to claim when you’ve places to find We nearly died Be that inside grinding the gears of all tides Rotary Park is at peace after dark Chief Pontiac stamped his name on the mark Mystery buried in flat dominos (Be, leave and decide, stay and be blind) Twilight attuned to a creeping repose (Easy to claim when you’ve places to find) Don’t mind the lion hid dreaming of Zion Rotary Park is ablaze after dark Rotary Park is swell after dark coveting woes in bureaucracy throes Trials by pairings with blood on the psyche (Be, leave and decide, stay and be blind) Victory airings not sponsored by Nike® (Easy to claim when you’ve places to find) Purple potato-faced comrade ascends (We nearly died, be that inside) Vultures encircle abandoned amends (Grinding the gears of all tides) This morning I woke from a nightmare and fell out of bed and Lo! The ghost of a man ages thought to be dead A smile and a ribbon he wore with a dutiful pose A wink A prick from the thorn of that beautiful rose Rotary Park is aghast before dusk don’t mind the four savage young horsemen of musk