broken wings
When I went to your town on the wide open shore
Oh, I must confess, I was drawn, I was drawn to the ocean
I thought it spoke to me; it said, "Look at us
We're not churches, not schools, not skating ponds, swimming pools
And we have lost people, haven't we though?"
Oh, that's what the ocean can know of a body,
And that's when I came back to town; this town is a song about you.
You don't know how lucky you are, you don't know how much I adore you
You are the welcoming back from the ocean.
book one (this town is a song about you)
one • two • three • interlude: hour follows hour •
four • five • six • seven •
eight • nine • ten • eleven •
interlude: they also serve
book two (a howling in the factory yard)
carthago delenda est • dial tones • a howling in the factory yard
book three (roll with it)
prologue
lagniappe
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