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Eric Cope

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Released: Oct 23, 1986
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  • Genre: Folk / Industrial / Post punk

    Location san francisco, California, Un

    Profile Views: 35159

    Last Login: 11/23/2011

    Member Since 6/16/2009

    Record Label Insight Records

    Type of Label Indie

  • Bio

    Flies Drone and I’m bleedin.. We’re separated the cord tangled.. The naked bulb circles.. The day turning away- hastily.. And the tap drips.. The cut oranges untouched.. The flies drone- and I am bleedin.. Can you see there is.. Something real in this.. The window outside the cold.. Gasping like death.. The trees and the leaves.. Skeletal and bare.. Again and again I’m let down.. Who’s cat is it? Dead?.. And the day ends.... Harshly Dragged.. And someone else.. Is there.. Probably.. I am always safe.. I thought I would die.. The long sleeve shirt.. Feverish .. Helpless to stop.. The rush.. The thickening red .. And edit.. The trembling blood.. Glaring metal.. Harshly dragged.. Lick the hands.. It’s quieter then usual.. And stubborn.. All the faces.. You changed.. If we could talk.. The doors opened wide.. And the gashes.. Widened shimmerin’.. The red .. grinned widely.. I could hardly breath.... A Cat Nearby Soundly Slept.. Motionless .. A cat nearby.. Soundly slept.. The train whistle.. Blows.. A crowd is .. Gathering.. Rain trodden.. Wet clothes.. No relief shows up.. The cars on the road.. The noise.. Of bangin doors.. It’s after nine o’clock.. The hour drags on.. The going is slow.. And in the lobby.. Talkin’ to a woman.. Sweepin’ the doorway.. She puts her hand.. Through the glass window.. I drained completely .. For a full hour .. Open the door.. Someone open the door .. Open the door.. Someone open the door .... The Shirt Sleeves Rolled Up.. Makin.. Very little progress.. The sun allows .. The morning.. To die early.. Watchin grimly.. Thrashin’.. The shirt sleeves.. Rolled up.. I could hear.. The puffin.. Going.. Through streets.. It did not help.. The coled draggin.. The morning.. Down.. To it’s knees.. A thinning smile.. The rain.. Slashing the view.... Before 2 o’clock.. Seeing nothing .. else to do.. And all the thoughts .. were else where.. A printing press .. working coughing .. Suddenly winced, .. shrugged and stopped.. The noise covered .. a passing train.. Going to the store .. before 2 o’clock.. A man selling.. potted plants.. Thick red flowers.. the mouths dry.. Shiver inwardly .. sweating feet propped.. The clock showed .. 2.20.. Stare steadily .. the black teeth.. Shining.. The swollen arms.. The clock.. Looks around.. I do not see.. What you see.. It’s disheartenin.. The cars stopped.. The running feet.. You are leaving.... 46 Miles of Coal Cars.. And I can’t explain .. What I feel.. A few dazed steps.. In order to exist.. I always wait.. 46 miles of coal cars.. stripped almost bear.. and the trains pass.. from two to six.. the room on the first floor.. what good is it.. I you care to see.. Look down below.. At the empty streets The low drab building .. And nothing more to see.. A door opening.. A door closing.. An unknown face.... And A Smile Plays Along The Lips.. And a smile.. Plays along.. The lips.. October sighs.. Doin’ overtime.. Are you .. goin’ away.. the sun dresses.. the houses.. yellow.. with sunlight.. the red roofs.. sun bleached.. the morning.. nestled.. with the cold bandaged.. are you .. comin’ to stay.... Trains Leave and Arrive.. The frail and weak.. Some laundry.. I’m dry.. Hangin’ above.. The wilting sky.. Periwinkle blue.. Is something.. Troubling you.. And why wouldn’t you .. Tell me please.. The trains arrive.. And leave.. Unclothed the jagged.. Trees asleep.. Stare madly.. The streets.. Hissin’ and dippin.. Beneath the borrowed sun.. And you.. Seem so concerned.. And why can’t you.. Hear me please.. The trains.. Arrive and leave.... The Windows and Doorways.. The windows and.. doorways.. I watched a .. Million faces .. Leaden and old.. All hurrying .. To work.. 16 hours later.. the early morning sun.. they hardly.. know you.. it’s Monday morning again.. and I’ve realized.. I have.. Let you down.. And I’m certain.. Something is going wrong.. The two men .. In the taxi.. And we p---- through.. At the red light.. I hope.. You saw us.... 3:10 In The Mornin.. Slow rain .. keep fallin .. slow rain .. keep fallin.. and the last question .. is sufficiently .. interesting .. even at 3:10 .. in the morning.. and something .. would have .. to be done .. about all this.. without you .. I can’t go on .. And are you .. With someone else .. And the noise .. Of the .. Sleepy insects .. Why do you .. Want to .. Replace me .. With someone else.. Slow rain .. keep fallin .. Slow rain .. keep fallin.. ..!!! Start Code To Apply Top Banner !!!!.. ...... ...... .. Custom top banner code by Eileen.. .. .. .. .. ...... ...... ..!!! End Code To Apply Top Banner !!!......
  • Members

    Glorious Din - http://www.myspace.com/gloriousdin.. Insight Records - http://www.myspace.com/inwithinsight.. Beetle Leg - http://www.myspace.com/beetleleg.. Wiring Dept. - http://www.myspace.com/wiringdept
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