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Draft Day BBQ

from Every Bug Wants To Live by Matt Oleksa

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Blackbird perched on autumn’s shoulder
Joking while the wheat fields burn
You’ll get out when you get older
Stuff your cake, wait your turn

Kids catchin’ leaves fallin’ from the trees
Leavin’ ‘em in bags by the side of the road
Down the road there’s a home
And in that home there’s a room
Doom swats flies from a broom
Raisins for the bride and the groom
Get in tune
You’re coming on way too soon
Turn that frown upside down
Watch the clown cut the balloon
Make a wish—blow a kiss—holy shit!—it’s the moon

Black smoke gallows dance above
A little bronze man on the window ledge
Barbosol worn in a Rawlings glove
Memory shaves with a razor’s edge

The deeper the root, the sweeter the fruit
The harder the homeboy crack
Out the window, down the road
In my papa’s Cadillac
Veering off the track
Never coming back
Are you on crack?
You cannot save the hunchback
Life is time—time is money—money’s time, so get going
Walk the line—arrive in time for the end of time to get going

Black smoke gallows dance above
A little bronze man on the window ledge

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from Every Bug Wants To Live, released June 18, 2015
Matt Oleksa: vocals, guitar, percussion
Kevin Bass: bass

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