Journal: 2010 Winter

by Cody Duncan

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released March 20, 2010

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Track Name: 12232009 - Mother, Father, Sisyphus
Little boy is looking at this mother on the screen
The picture whispers words of love from the heart of the machine
Pixelated diamonds shining in her eyes say
Mother will be there for you, boy, mother never dies
She's gonna tell you that you are okay
That you will be fine
That you will never lose her
Until you forget to look behind

Tired man is looking at his father in the sky
Through the trees he hears the breeze say, "I will never die."
Pushing through the silence is the echo of the voice, it says,
"Marching legs or hands and knees, you never have a choice,
Tell yourself that you will be okay
That you are not alone
That you can keep on pushing without me
When you learn to love the stone."
Track Name: 12242009 - Fortune Cookie
I found the words inside a fortune cookie
It said the prophet must be playing hookie
A scripture written on a scrap of paper
The size of the message is not defined by shape
or I'm kidding myself
or I never had a fortune anyways
I tried to save some time by putting it in a jar
but it must have fallen out before I got too far
or maybe I'm wasting time
Track Name: 01172010 - Among the Clouds of Smoke
I can't imagine all the time I wasted trying to taste a little of the spice of life
In my time sipping on bad wine thinking that it tastes fine for the price
Found myself dreaming of the screen and it was screaming at me saying that my clothes ain't right
From my chair pretending that I care, wishing I was out there in the light

Among the clouds of smoke a promise broken to our shining mother earth
Pay us to sit in cages slave for wages telling us what every day of ours is worth

I can remember days when I would say that everything was going to be just fine
the gray days calculating week's pay wondering what I will say at the end of the line
We file papers about papers for the machine building machines to continue our crime
That beige hell, is it ringing a bell? I suppose we may as well show up on time

Among the clouds of smoke a promise broken to our shining mother earth
Pay us to sit in cages slave for wages telling us what every day of ours is worth