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The Ballad of Pinal CountyIn the dusty, arid desert
Was a wooden, battered home
Where a dozen mares and stallions
Used to live and used to roam
As the sun was going down
A roaring rent the land
As a little ute sped by the farm
And kicked up rocks and sand
The kitchen it was empty
The paint was left to flake
And then the sun came up again
And dawn began to break.
Came many days and many nights,
And dwindling water sources
The land was empty lifeless but for
12 abandoned horses
The paddock once a haven
Where the horses used to lope
Now more like a prison
Brown and wilting, without hope.
In a little, nearby village
The word had spread around
That the steeds had been forgotten
And they needed to be found.
With haste the people hurried
Pinal County was alive
They all put in an effort
In the hope that they'd survive
At last the colts were sighted
They were looking close to death
They were brought back to the township
While the desert held its breath
With gentle hands and hearts
The horses, they were nursed
SnowThe gentlest layer of crystal white
Nurturing hills and shaping the land
The moon shone on that perfect night
With fingers of light from its ancient hand
No sound could be made to spoil that eve
The layers of white stretch on still
The snow knew not how to grieve
The snow was hard, the snow could kill
It hid the darkest, deepest fears
That could only be from winter brought
The dark, the hate of all the years
A ring, ugly and iron-wrought.
What could lie under the layer of snow?
A loving friend, a deadly foe?
Boiling pointWhy does no-one understand me?
I am lost
And no-one can save me
I am like a teapot
Full with boiling water
It will all spill out
And scald you
Deep into your skin
Into your blood
Into your heart
And the heat will not leave
The steam will fade
But the pain will linger
Stained like my heart.
Because of what you did to me
I did to myself.
The burning tea
Will leave a mark
I regret ever getting
Everything is a blur
I can see nothing anymore
Not the truth.
Not the lies.
Why can no-one hear me
No matter how loud I scream
I am wasting my voice
Like I am wasting oxygen
Why should I live?
When I have nothing to feel
Etching its mark on my wounded soul
And I won't be happy
I won't recover
DownloadingI look at your downloading bar
You take a leap and then a bound
But almost always you just stay
Fixed and safe and sound.
I don't understand your theory
Your seconds always freeze
Shouldn't you be counting down?
I'll plead from on my knees.
And you say you'll take an hour
When you mean that you'll take six
You glamorise your loading
I don't want your flashy tricks.
And after all has finished
And I'm bathed in golden glory
I didn't really want all this
I wanted Photostory.
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