Holes in our Attics

A Stage Play by Artisans

Easter Will Be Back Grandma
pretends not to know IT
brain only recite numbers
60, 60, 60, 60, 60, plus
100, 100, 100, 100, 100...

grandma says �don�t stay long",
now," don�t stay long now
now don�t stay long, now
now, don�t stay long now...

what box in the attic,
metal boxes in the attics
wires to bleeds a leaks.
third gen x to go for IT
in debt for, for, depends

That box, friend warns says,
grandma's own left ITs its
left IT holes in the attics
left IT holes in the attics
minds won�t believe you...

mineds can''t believe IT
could IT be true, be true?
see, saw box, see saw no,
no, metal box is big enough
to hold whole world roofs

hands helping withholding
roofs, metal boxes wishes,
childs for, and for depends
childs and childs for depends

faulty fans holes in the attics
metal boxes metal boxes
warns warns, please, pleads, we
IT won�t survive without we

don�t stay lone, stay don�t stay
Easter be gone without homes
opening doors and closings
keys are gone, doors be closed
dream dreamz be left behind.

daddy alpha uncle creak
next exit by alphaville.
gas left behind without
still no keys to drive IT
got no homes, took the keys.

grandmas', lates to know meants
nows won�t stay longs, nows
nows, won�t stay longs nows...
alives, still alives, still alives
how longs along too longs now

Selfish tears feel vain in world war
anothers unloved childs x-scapes
dusts and metals, waits in its attics
what now, what now, oh then what?

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3/23/08 4:09 pm