Bright end

Bright end

I think you know because I told you
I see our fate, I see our past
Seconds from the aftermath
A heart that’s full up like a landfill

Throwing candy out to the crowd, dragging down the main
And we stare at the sun
Wanderers this morning came by
When are you gonna come down

Lookin back on my life
This car turned over without a key or gasoline tonight

In the sky the birds are pulling rain
Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth
Something’s happening, don’t speak too soon
You say what’s mine is mine
We’re at two feet down
Sjáum yfir rá

Something in me was dying
I was getting ready to be a threat
I heard that now you’re calling
Suppose I said
Here’s the bright end of nowhere





Some of this sound familiar? It should... here's the trick: pull the first line from 21 songs in a row on shuffle and voila: a sometimes surprisingly cohesive poem, and 21 violations of copyright! Ready, set, anarchy!