Shutterghosts Songtext

Proselytizing:

reorganizing

all the flash photography

to set a stage,display a play

where everybody knows the curtain calls are like obituaries,

and scripted dramas

end in tragic parodies.



still your paranoid,

sifting through Polaroid's -

you know it's the pictures that you don't remember

that make you who you are.



so i put out candles and we shout clear

and send eighteen shocks (one for every year)

through a frame that couldn't hold certain portraits if it tried

[. . .to save my life]



overexposure, or underdevelopment?

trying not to dwell on the negatives...

this film is lost in all but the darkest dark rooms it calls home.



still your paranoid,

sifting through Polaroid's -

you know it's the pictures that you don't remember

that make you who you are.



so i put out candles and we shout clear

and send eighteen shocks (one for every year)

through a frame that couldn't hold certain portraits if it tried

[. . .to save my life]



shutter ghosts speak 1,000 words a second.

but the world is not a still life

[. . .of a tranquil lake where a boy drowned yesterday.]



so i put out candles and we shout clear

and send eighteen shocks (one for every year)

through a frame that couldn't hold certain portraits if it tried

[. . .to save my life]



like the photographs where the boy is me.

and i'm not who he wanted to be.
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