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Every Broken Clock

by Divine Comedians

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1.
Herculean Tasks Styrofoam gravesites can talk Monuments to faces I never saw Learning the language between the lines Crowding all the tombstones next to mine Herculean tasks, after all our masks Aren’t coming with us Naked as baptism or birth Purgatory sure does look like Earth Skeletons of the people I knew Go about their lives, what they always do Herculean tasks, after all our masks Aren’t coming with us Herculean tasks have all your questions been asked And will it kill you to not know?
2.
I’ll Take A Page There’s too many commas when you talk You act like pain’s the only prey you ever stalk Your wishes are laid out like a corpse in chalk You constructed my crown of thorns out of compliments And all the same I don’t expect you to repent So young and already so fraudulent It’s okay, I’ll take a page from you and Disappear The genius between your legs makes all the choices for your brain The others come and go and leave much deeper stains No one’s told you, your body’s not to blame Check your reflection, you’ll see two eyeballs in the glass Don’t they look tired, I bet you need a mask To face all the actors from your past It’s okay, I’ll take a page from you and disappear
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F Word 03:00
F Word He was prone to seein’ the world Through a brown glass bottle lens When he put it to his lips The blindness saw no end He promised me he’d stop But he never had control And headstones do no justice Not for that kind of hole But better places await us His ghost sometimes haunts me On occasion I see his face And the sins of every father Always arrive at the same place I’ll never get used to seeing him Engraved with an epitaph And headstones do no justice Without a photograph But Dad, you pass right through me And now the curtain falls Until our next hello
4.
All Dead Flowers I’ve been licking my wounds And I can’t say I like the taste But every broken clock is correct twice a day And I am always so grateful That the witnesses can’t see The ugliness that the mirror reflects to me It’s all dead flowers On a fresh gravesite I know I should have A better answer for you than a shrug But lately the stars feel like interrogation lamps And I need to pull the plug I’ve convinced myself that my feet deserve The pavement of Chicago streets I wonder how I can stand all this in a city with so many seats It’s all dead flowers On a fresh gravesite I may eat my words, but I don’t have to swallow I might drown in sweat that tastes like its hollow
5.
Halo Or Horns I never thought of us as predator and prey But if our bodies are mostly water, we’re all islands anyway Some things are too good to be true And you start to feel guilty that they happened to you When you draw your self-portrait in bed What’s depicted at the top of your head Is it a halo or horns? Saw you drawing maps in blood on your white evening gowns And at every ball you wear them proud like crowns I’ve seen you flirting with the buzzards circling your frame They might be hungry and wild but I’m happy and tame And I cringe when I see the culprit Is that your secrets are keeping you
6.
Cages 04:09
Cages When coffee is your substitute for sunshine You’ll need help to lift your sleepless head Every clock is in another language If the living can’t tell time, then how can the dead? I’ve given up answering the door And I can only stand to see my silhouette I have stacked catalogued and numbered My entire library of regrets All my pets I’ve kept in cages All my desires I’ve trapped in beds Though you haven’t heard my voice in ages I beg you please forgive my debt The time it took our youthful skin And we got refunded with wrinkles Ones I love on loan from a memory bank When they disappear I know I’ll feel a tingle
7.
The Camera Adds Ten Pounds They want to burn you at the stake But they’ll have to make a ghost out of me too Bottle all your breast milk for a keepsake Sign your name on every portrait you drew And add a million eyes Though you commit no crimes They’ll catch the worst of it on film And the camera adds ten pounds When your feet rest on crumbling ground Take a census of all you’d sacrifice I can shield you from the flames but not the flashbulbs It seems we’ll have to earn our paradise I promise we’ll call it home before we’re skulls And add a million eyes Though you commit no crimes They’ll catch the worst of it on film And the camera adds ten pounds When your feet rest on crumbling ground The sunset paints your face red We’re the opposite of dead
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Survivor’s Guilt If there are any hatchets left in the trees Let’s pull ‘em out and bury ‘em between our knees Even though when it comes to fights, you and I have a fortune I sold all my grandma’s jewelry to pay for your abortion Now I’ve got survivor’s guilt I need to symbolize a change so I get a tattoo I choose a cross and anchor instead of a picture of you When dolls made out of rags are so in fashion The cloth will cut and sew itself with perverse passion Now I’ve got survivor’s guilt From tearing down what we built You burn yourself with cigarettes and claim you’re practicing for hell I let you put one out on me and imagine the hands you’ve been dealt But that don’t mean you get to use those hands to bruise my eyes Neither one of us will stay clean until we are covered in flies
9.
Miles On The Map Cellar doors collected In the whites of your eyes and teeth California treats you cold Even when the sand burns your feet And if your guts are having doubts Then your body should follow suit Treasure your detachment from him Our separation is only in terms of The miles on the map The sunlight scans your solitude My lips get cracked and freeze without a kiss The palm trees on your postcard Only make me envious And if your lips are having doubts Then your skin should follow suit Treasure your detachment from him Our separation is only in terms of The miles on the map The airport lights are blinding Odd for such a hopeful place Flesh and voice replace word and page For once our eyes will match our typeface
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Hell To You 04:38
Hell To You Every pause is pregnant between us And you never bothered to explain the blood on my hands We sit and we breathe and we thrust While blindfolded skeletons just carve out their names on my wall Unwritten laws are the hardest to abide But I memorize them and try And hell to you So you paint faces all over your door And the dust just settles and freezes each one of your fingers Yeah, Death’s robe hangs in your closet and you tell me it’s yours You’re always peeking through keyholes and you never ever like what you see Unwritten laws are the hardest to abide But I memorize them and try And hell to you Hell to you Hell to you is everything we learned You and I will get what we deserve

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released October 15, 2009

Recorded by Gordon Smith, May-December 2008.
All songs written by Nick DuFour. Copyright 2009 Nick DuFour. All rights reserved.
Thank you: Our families/fans/supporters/friends.
Album layout & art by Zak Frieling.

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