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“In this city I can’t see the stars. I’ve been here three years and never have I seen the stars. So I lay, my head pressed against the cool concrete and I stare into a haze, wishing I was somewhere else. So lie in a grave.
“Broken by mere subtleties, I turn in a grave dug by the past.

“I’ve been screaming for so, so many years. Screaming words I did not know. Now that I’ve finally found the words to say, my voice won’t make a sound. I’ve been abandoned in the streets at night, my hands cupped to my eyes and mouth—my feet churning the hogwash ground.

“So, take my hand. Help me find my voice. Take my hand. Help me bring back the New Noise.

“I’ve got matches; we could start a fire, burn this city down. Reproduce in the flickering light; while the pops and creeks coalesce into the saddest of songs.

“Listen, dear friends, a faint chorus rises:

‘Bring back the New Noise.’

“Or I could turn another worn page of a man who acts. While I sit in this dreary haze coiling my slack.”

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from desperate songs, released March 7, 2009
New Noise = Refused

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