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I look out my window and I see all the people go
Faster and faster like they're pulling a fire hose
Everyone's talking on a lower-rate telephone
About all the things
that they can't say inside their homes
Under a street light I can see a little girl
Who is scoring some methadone into her little world
She can sell she can smoke she can drink all day
And her momma never know
cause her momma went away
Her brother is hiding scared inside a baking kiln
Following directions from a governmental film
While he had enough money to begin another life
He could never afford to support his kid and wife
So he cooked them all for dinner
and he fed them to the cops
Who had come to investigate
The growing of the crops
When they asked for his recipe
He gave an index card
With a listing of refugees
Who all were working hard
Let me know when to let go
the things that spin inside my head
Why should I go out
When I can see it all from my bed?
I look out my window and I see only glass
That shatters to pieces with a pantomime crash
I hear the wet echo of a blade on cement
In the center of my living room I'm setting up a tent
And I call it a Shelter
For the Homeless and the Stray
But they never can stay long
Cause I make them go away
They go down to the basement
Where they wash out all their clothes
And they stare at the ceiling fan
to see which way it goes
See the big building that belches out the smoke
Inside of the window hangs a purple black cloak
That covers a secret that you never should tell
I'd tell you what it say but it's a word I can't spell
But I know what it felt like
And it felt like pretty weird
In the corner of my eye
there formed a big pathetic tear
And when it fell to the floor,
you know I felt like I would drown
In the deepening sorrow
Of the water in the ground
Let me know when I can grow
the yeast I bake inside my bread
Why should I go out
When I can see it all from my bed?

© 1990 Douglas Chay
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from Dishwasher and the Washing Machine, released January 1, 1990
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Douglas Chay Baltimore, Maryland

Melodic, fuzz drenched songs celebrating household objects and abject alienation. Chay was part of the Columbia, SC music scene in the late '80s/early '90s and fronted the band Deal Box.

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