NEW TALK - Red Tuesday (single)

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1. Red Tuesday

"Can you feel just how the wind breaks?

Here in the rubble, through all that remains,

Well all things, they pass, still exactly the same,

Time circles, time's flat, bronzed horses in swathes.

The leaves fall on the bank where I lay,

To be lost, in a face, resting numb on cold slate,

Will we ever get out? Will we ever leave this place?

I hear hooves over hills, echoes cut through the strait.

These clouds of unknowing can shroud all that appears,

To be connected by lines on these maps we hold dear,

Well i know that these mokes will soon buckle and bray,

But their labor builds love, time's burden will stay.

Well everybody's trying to find or see,

That there's just somewhere else to be,

When things really aren't quite what they seem,

One can always just swim upstream."