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I have new tattoo of which the story must be told
About the night I overdosed ten years ago
I woke up in the with skin clammy and cold
And in my urethra, down my throat and up my nose
My friends and the doctors were all I wasn't dead
That's Katrina looked at me and this is what she said
Walk thunder
Walk like
Walk like
like thunder
So I to the rebel spot, I walked all over uptown
I walked right side up and I walked down
I walked to Chetzemoka with my eyes fixed on the ground,
We walked all over Chetze Beach and kept the rocks we
Then I walked back to my parents' house, I walked to my old bed, yeah
I walked back and I walked past all the voices in my head
I walked with the and I walked with the chills
I walked in New York City and I walked in Bed-ford
I walked into open mic nights and I walked the rooms
I walked feeling and I walked feeling doomed
I walked with some boys and I walked with some punks
I walked dressed up like a rabbit, I walked dressed up a skunk
I walked with some givers and I walked some leeches
I walked all by myself and I walked the Moldy Peaches
I walked all over the world so I could my songs to you
And to your desperate emails I'd said, "This is what I do"
I walk thunder
Walk thunder
Walk thunder
like thunder
But at some I got so comfortable
I didn't even realize that I'd started to crawl
That my old friend Ammi at 37 of a heart attack
And I cracked people my age are not supposed to die like that
No, no, no, no, people my age are not to die like that
He was the old manager of the sidewalk
That place was a home to me, it's where I learned to play
And his personality helped create a space
Where a bunch of honest misfits could all gather and feel
He was a cynic, a supporter, he was crazy, he was
He'd yell out, "Cut the bullshit" or he'd say, "I'm glad you're here"
And it was always an honor to have Ammi on my side
That's why it hit me like a Mack truck when I out that he died
Yeah, it hit me a Mack trucks when I found out that he died
Then Alex, 33 years old and so sick with the cancer
And trapped inside a body that betrayed his real
We all hoped and prayed that he go into remission
At least long enough, just enough to complete his transition
He said, "Kimya, did you Eleventeen's my favorite song?"
I said, "Then get your ass on right now and you can sing along"
That's the very first song I wrote all by myself
It's about angels and recovery and friends and hope and
By the time we singing he was pissed off, he was scared
He said, "I my home, my lover, my insurance and my hair
And now I'm about to you too, my new friend"
I looked into those big blue eyes and said we'll meet
Yeah, I looked into his sad blue eyes and said meet again
Then I got the phone call from Alyssa and she me he was dying
By the time I got to his bedside we were both flying
We held hands and we sang songs, tried to be strong around
While I cursed the that he was in for all the ways it had let him down
Yeah, I cursed the skin that he was in for all the ways it had let him
But at the same time I was taking my own for granted
First I lost sight of my feet then became un-planted
And I never felt so stupid or so selfish or so sad,
My had been good to me and I treated it so bad, yeah
My body had been to me and I treated it so bad
he said, "Mama, I don't want my friends to watch me die"
So I kissed his cheek, made him a and then I said goodbye
And they cremated him in the that I drew
Of the two of us that said they're flying you too
Now the silver pink have my homie in their crew
So I up my laces and knew what I had to do
I started walking again, I walking again, I miss my friends
I started walking again, I started walking again, I my friends
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Even as a habit, predisposed
To systematically together in the cold
Know the measure of a pack, it's not a question of the
The individuals that bottleneck into the
On a March Sabbath, news from the ministry of make-believe
That reach a in Minneapolis, middle see
Yesterday the cells inside his were growing baby teeth
Today a raven radiated
Wait, two years ago a friend of
me to redefine all enemy-kind
I'm at the hospital at twenty-four and no one knew the
I'll take it everybody the future
Antibodies hatching in a hellaback with no to maneuver
Like pills into the masticated fuchsia
I you how you feeling, you told me like a robot
I gave you a Nintendo, you gave a Mohawk
You let us will you down beneath the tower of flow charts
To be around your beats without a beeping sound of
And speak whatever people speak about
When nobody's acknowledging the obvious disease the crowbar
In plane slope, comatose of baggage
From king of to carrying for jackals
And never got to us all his own swan song right
Coincidentally the in me walk like thunder
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