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Sure, I know that you are tired of hearing about it, but most repeat the same theme over and over again. It's as if they were trying to refine what seems so strange and off and important to them. It's done by everybody because everybody must work out what is before them over and over again because that is their personal tiny miracle. Like now as like before and before I have been listening to symphony after symphony from this radio. It makes me realize that certain people now long dead were able to transgress graveyards and traps and cages and bones and limbs. In tiny rented rooms I was struck by miracles.

The flesh covers the bone
And they put a mind in there
And sometimes a soul

And the women break
Vases against the walls
And the men, they drink too much, and

Nobody ever finds the one
But keep looking
Crawling in and out of beds

Flesh covers the bone
And the flesh
Searches for more than flesh

There is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock. People so tired, mutilated, either by love or no love.

People just are not good to each other. We are afraid.

Our educational system tells us that we can all be big winners, but it hasn't told us about the gutters, or the suicides. Or the terror of one person aching in one place alone, untouched, and unspoken to.

People are not good to each other.
People are not good to each other.

I suppose they never will be; I don't ask them to be. But sometimes I think about it. There must be a way. Surely, there must be a way.

There is no chance at all
We are all trapped by fate
Nobody ever finds the one
Nobody ever finds the one

There is no chance at all
We are all trapped by fate
Who put this brain inside of me?
It says that there's a chance

It's kept the rope from my throat
Maybe it'll loosen yours

The city dumps fill
The junk yards fill
The graveyards fill

Nothing else fills
Nothing else fills
Nothing else fills