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Delayed Flights and Happy Accidents

by Flower Politics

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You were born in an incubator Your eyes filled with fear and hope Your name was decided last minute Then the doctors sent you home You rode your bike into a wall Knee pads protected your skin Somehow the bruises still win We all want to park where the law wont permit We all want to dance when it's inappropriate We all look back and feel regret We all walk into the storm before we're ready You'll all be fine as long as you have money and a PHD When you're dying remember what I said You can't always fight what's in your head So dye your hair a different color and rejoice And go out into the world with air conditioner running through your hair It's all the same with different road signs Just don't let them pass you by
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I'll keep pushing until it breaks and we'll all see how much it takes when the walls won't hold their insides still And all the flowers wilt on the windowsill I'm lost the kids are playing with swords their faces are so distant so fake I see them in my nightmares and they crumble and break I can't leave but I can look away I can't deal it won't leave me to heal I don't know them but they stay wakeful sleep and sleepfully awake It's all a circle and it hates me So I keep spinning
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Home is 02:28
You are my room You are my walls You are my bed You are my house When dark caves in You light it out When I feel sick You bleed it out You bleed it out Dream, Dream Sleep, Sleep tight My dear
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Interlude 01:05
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I want to sleep where the nighmares won't wake me in a panic drop my heart into the basement And I want to dream of some things that won't happen so I can feel better about them and my nostalgia for the future I want to scream but I feel silenced I go back to repose before crawling crawling crawling inside of your head head head where I make my bed bed bed where I make my bed I'd rather fold inwards into particles than fall backwards into your heart to be distributed throughout your body and make you sick I'd rather not romanticize this choking or try too hard to breathe at all The lights only on when it's not off The roads only clear when they're unblocked The weather is subject to vary on its own and delay all the airports and all our plans And I'm never really sure what's under the floorboards, in the walls, or in my head you stabbed me with point precision
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a conceptual album about a lot of things.

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released July 10, 2013

Angela-Grace Foster (Kill the Intellectuals, HomeSchool Choir): composition, guitar, keyboard, vocals, any other noises, production, album art
Kaylie King (HomeSchool Choir and Record Reflections): ukulele on Interlude

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Flower Politics Denver, Colorado

sometimes I want to give up, but I’m not done writing yet.

“audio journal 1997” out Summer 2023

fka: kill the intellectuals

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