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Our Streets Turn White (EP)

by Mary Jane Kelly

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Introduction 00:58
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We all feast on the heart, we drown the soul and we crucify everything we ever stood for. Bridges never burn all the way and there's always one link that doesn't break. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to have the strength to write this song, so here it is for you fractured, detached, afraid and alone. We let them pour our ashes into the sea and we willingly stumbled upon their shores and filled their cities. As bedroom rebels jumping from sinking ships to burning cars, we know nothing of pushing on through the rain, Our new years day is just a cold winters morning. Is this where our ending will begin? Self-prescribed fate spent in their gutters and bins. I can't say our rebel hearts are beating and that tomorrow we'll seize the day. Our desire bleeds regret we never thought would leak, the mirror truth shows we built these teeth and placed them in our cities. Our path of destruction can be seen long after the sunsets on our forgotten streets. Summer won't come for me, this winter won't be kind, the neon glow of smoke stacks Is my newfound rising sun… tonight. Summer won't come for me, this winter won't be kind, and the neon glow of smoke stacks is my newfound rising sun goodnight
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Jesus fucking Christ we birthed these sons of war, will I shed this skin or be trapped forever more? Fill my empty soul with mud to walk right off these cliffs, back into the folding seas where I’ll meet my lonely death. This current is my only lover now and I’ll let her take me home. “This is a sympathy fuck for a lonely slut and I’m sorry if it hurts”. We all set out to come right back, running never works. My mapless hands still brought me back to our page... let our hands meet at twelve, let history re-write itself. Your goodbye will turn you to a ghost before my eyes... we were born in flames, watch us flicker and fade away. My smoke signals filled the air but nobody seemed to care. Some cupid kills with arrows and some with traps. This journey didn’t end in lovers meeting... rather collapse. You will find me laying at the bottom of my own hell while slipping through the loophole I built into us. No longer slaves to lost love I refused to let go of. Thank God we kept our hopes brief and our vows under the sheets. We’re all slaves to the memories that we create, so god curse us as we have ourselves, cause I can't take this test and I won't fall again. I’ll spend my days as the brick in your wall laughing at your every fall.
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As a matter of urgency we must be un-earthed, oh boy have we got a great story to tell, a 3 second epic straight from the gates of hell. We’re the rejected lives grasping recycled lines selling our clichéd words to the weak tonight. We’re the tightly wound marionettes controlled by the strings above our heads. Applaud the spokesman who’s ever so loyal to his sheep, you’re not gonna get what you want out of me. When did the words lose all of their meaning? I’m not gonna bend myself over once again, all us traitors share ties with executives upstairs. The new recruit better not stutter as he writes to the blueprint they’ve passed down from those who came before. Paint on your face I hear you’ve been practicing quite hard, the girl at the bar is impressed with your “call to arms”. Set me aside, oh, and satirise cause I’m lost, dazzled and confused amidst these neon lights. You aren’t the broken and the rejected, no longer will my sewn mouth scream secrets internally. We’re manufactured, mechanical salvation, desperation to break out is my treasured clotting incision. What this place needs is another worthwhile overdose, to cull the overwhelming inefficiency of greed. Are the symptoms appealing to the half-hearted you seek? You speak with a stolen tongue and you’ll dissolve over the horizon. You’ll dissolve over the fucking horizon.
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We’re the modern hell that that book talks of, sorry dear friend but we won't march forward. Once more into the breach lost it's romance about 8 men ago. It’s in the name of god we spread our disease from our alters across skies and seas. We pretend to love although we know nothing of sacrifice, we try to bleed when our hearts have never broken. This dance of denial casts failure as our shadows, with our heads in the sand we hang and burn in our gallows. Let me rid myself of what is below, this blood soaked soil can't be renewed tomorrow. We are the darkest being this world has ever known, with spotlights for heads and blood on our hands. We delete all that is in our hearts to destroy the beautiful and silence the pure. Our streets turn white these sirens echo throughout all time, we rape and burn under the guise of saints and mothers. We’re running out of blind eyes and cheeks to turn, these signs ignored for far too long are now jagged and ready to burn.
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Times like these that call for prayers from drunken housewives. Is the devils fork tongued sermon suited to my life? I cross my fingers behind my back and walk quietly along this funeral procession. I stabbed God in the back and laughed as he created us, I buried loves eyes in the trenches of the honeymoon suite, I scaled the wall to wave a white flag in defeat, I'm driving our memorial off these very cliffs. This guilt can eat you alive and this path will destroy your life and be damn sure that we will act a noose around your heart. Your ash deconstructs my sunsets to a point of beautiful aggression; I can't hot-wire this heart into one final ignition. The very first casualty of this war was the truth and the devil just snuck out the back door with my soul. Prison cells await me for the hearts that I break, a silver key on the belt of the guard with the hearts I long to take. Prepare my body and give it up to heaven and stutter the drunken prayers to God for her to be a widow. Call the ocean make him part room for my grave. Decades will pass before you ever hear from me. I crawled to confession booths dripping in sins that even hell itself would frown upon with judging eyes. The once loving arms of repentances now hold a smoking gun to the back of our polluted heads.

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released October 11, 2008

Mary Jane Kelly is:
Matt Velozo
Jamal Salem
Brendan Dive
Justin Bortignon

Guest Vocals: Val Shoukry
Bass Guitar on this EP: Sam Kost

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