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Nightlife

from Damaged in Transit by Phileas

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After hours at the Factory
Turning out drunks
To people the town
With all kinds of
Misshapen baggage
Squinting in the morning sun
And I’ve hung on the jukebox
Weeping tears of nostalgia
And now I’m heading for the taxi stand
The spell broken
The bubble burst
All the way from nothing
To nothing in return
You fall into bed
As the city awakes
And rumbles up from the street
Chilling the sweat on your body
And filling your sleep with restless dreams
And you’re still dizzy
As you shower and dress
In the falling twilight
You’re losing yourself
In the anonymous night
You took a nap
And when you awoke
You’d lost track of the conversation
You’re one margarita behind
And out of touch with social history
Gravity pulls you towards the street
And you wander in search of a sunrise
Or one last neon sign
A final gasp of nightlife
Too tired to go the distance
Too awake to go home

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from Damaged in Transit, released December 1, 2004

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