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[ Sunday, March 23, 2003 ]

 

From Yaser Lalaji's away message. I don't know where he got it from.

the [movie] ran through me
the glamour [subdue] me
the tabloid [untie] me
im [empty] please fill me
mister anchor [assure] me
that Baghdad is [burning]
your voice it is so [soothing]
that [cunning] mantra of [killing]
i need you my [witness]
to [dress] this up so [bloodless]
to [numb] me and [purge] me now
of thoughts of [blaming] you
yes the car is our [wheelchair]
my [witness] your coughing
only [silence mocks the legless]
who [travel] now in [coffins]

but on the corner
the jurys [sleepless]
we found your [weakness]
and its right outside your door

...[now] [testify]...


cinema, stimulated life, ill drama
fourth reich culture - americana
chained to tha dream
they got ya searchin for
tha thin line between
entertainment and war

american eyes, american eyes
view tha world from american eyes
bury tha past, rob us blind
and leave nothing behind

there be no shelter here
tha frontline is everywhere
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