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The Motels of Oblivion

from The Motels of Oblivion by Circle109

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She cut her wrists and understood,

The tender light of love glows ghostly here;

In this place of crippling fear;

Where they sell your body in the harbour of dreams;

Look to the sky-line, 'tis late, can you hear the guitars all about?

He thinks of all the things he can buy for a buck;

He's selling plastic roses, while she shivers by the dock;

Then they'll sleep by the window with the tarnished glass. The blemished night.

Outside, the players on the stage, lift the evening by the hem of her dress;

While queenly fingers gently caress, gently caress;

She is there, but hardly there at all;

With eyes all black mists and vague, she didn't hear you call;

Her heart is a stormed palace, full of shouts and burning torches;

Then a slumbering shade of some petrified dread;

And everyday is another bed;

Lying naked to die some, but not quite dead;

On the outskirts of life she seems to dance,

To fill the empty hearses of her screams,

Tonight even the Moon will dream of you.

And this is the place where I speak,

Where I break because I am weak:

My weary soul stopped for the night at the motels of Oblivion,

Where sanity is pillaged by the herd;

And you get to thinking, when will it end?

How far can the bough bend?

She strolls to where the light is; the plastic flowers; The Motels;

She wants a man, not fake songs and wedding bells;

And she thinks of the one she misses.

And how the light reflects off her swollen lip, from his broken kisses;

Tonight, even the city is shrieking, screaming, whispering "Make it stop"

Burning torches light the twilight haze, time to run;

The animal dies when the fear is done;

The cops never came so he left with the gun.

Drowning within a deep narcotic sleep her raven wings take flight and soar;

He was just a boy; bitten by a bullet and then one more;

Another lost soul from the motels of oblivion.

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from The Motels of Oblivion, released May 1, 2018
All words and music by Circle109

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