Propagandhi - Letter Of Resignation Lyrics
Takes a dried up ballpoint, lemon juice and water keeps diary invisibly.In the kitchen corner of a basement bachelor's suiteThere's a certain search for certainty you know we'll never seeHer hands touch her childhood home in photos that she tookIt's one more omission from a highschool history bookHow whole lives are knifed and pushed asideTo whom it may concern....This is to inform yours...sincerely yoursThere's a bus thats leaving half an hour from nowIt won't take her where she really wants to goSo she sits there with her luggage at her sideIn the empty stations of our empty lives.Take a broken bottle. Take a rafter beam or take a needle and a tarnished spoonAll just words to kill off one more unheard statementIn another dying afternoon, she said she's leaving soonSo so long to ten hour shifts and faking sympathiesFarewell to piles of bills, unpaid utilitiesAll rolled up and unfurled like a flagWake up and pack your bag"It's like being sick all the time, I think, coming home from work,sick in that low-grade continuous way that makes you forget what it'slike to be well. We have never in our lives known what it is to be well.what if I were coming home, I think, from doing work that I loved andthat was for us all, what if I looked at the houses and the air and the streets,knowing they were in accord, not set against us, what if we knew the powers ofthis country moved to provide for us and for all people, how would that be,how would we feel and think and what would we create?"
