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The Smile That You Prefer

by The Gatekeepers

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THE SMILE THAT YOU PREFER It was the kind of story you keep out of reach That you start at the airport and finish on the beach But well-thumbed pleasure and op-shop fun Will have a way of coming back and shaming in the sun Uniforms and old regards, fluted glasses and champagne shards Noises off and arc light sparks, one missed cue And an exit in the dark. Choose death, choose life, choose noose, choose knife Use anything you want as long as we don't recur With reason shirking all its work, meet me with your wishes And the smile that you prefer. Rusty shadows called us here We walked among the spirits where angels fear We tapped upon the graves where the real victims slept And we broke into the bower where their pride is kept. The conch was cracked and the words were old Marked down from where they first were sold Some thoughts to make a barricade That can withstand a new tirade Choose death, choose life, choose noose, choose knife Use anything you want as long as we don't recur With reason shirking all its work, meet me with your wishes And the smile that you prefer. Sell the dresses. Sell the props and lines. Sell the markers and the exit signs. Keep the dusters and the office mints. Keep the vases for the fingerpints. All gone since. All gone since. Evidence is thin today. I starved to wear Exhibit A I'm raging mad. I'm off my face. With fond regret I rest my case Choose death, choose life, choose noose, choose knife Use anything you want as long as we don't recur With reason shirking all its work, meet me with your wishes And the smile that you prefer. Smiiiiiiile
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OGRE We were there on the edge of the screen Where the grass is big and green Rattling a hack that stank unclean We knew the ogre's sins Saw its work in the garbage bins And groaned through nights soaked in its grin It was big and the sky was grey Sharp rocks with a lot to say At the start of the coming of its day Cut thumbs and the blood we kissed Not much we did resist Armed against its night time curse We were there with a sharpened hoe A will of tin and a blood red glow On a field where the ogre didn't show No fear of a lightning bolt Vengeance and chocolate malt We killed the slugs with sand and salt By the Ross, by Temple Bar By the banks of the Vistula A stench was stretching from afar There was a ball with a crack in the seam And a field where we could scream Manufactured from a dream Asphalt and broken glass Scrap metal from a broken class And a burnt out car shell in the grass We were there with a sharpened hoe A will of tin and a blood red glow On a field where the ogre didn't show

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released June 13, 2015

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