Propagandhi - Letter Of Resignation lyrics
[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 suite
There's a certain search for certainty
You know we'll never see her
Hands touch her childhood home
In photos that she took
It's one more omission
From a highschool history book how
Whole lives are knifed
And pushed aside to whom it may concern
This is to inform yours
Sincerely yours there's a bus that's
Leaving half an hour from
Now it won't take her where
She really wants to
Go so she sit's there with her luggage at her
Side in the empty stations of our empty lives
Take a broken bottle take a rafter beam
Or take a needle and a
Tarnished spoon all just words to kill
Off one more unheard statement
In another dying afternoon she says she's
Leaving soon so so long to
Ten hour shifts and faking sympathies
Farewell to piles of bills
Unpaid utilities all rolled up and
Unfurled like a flag wake
Up and pack your bag to whom it may concern
To whom it may concern this
Is to inform yours
Sincerely yours there's a bus that's leaving
Half an hour from now it
Won't take her where she really wants
To go so she sit's
There with her luggage at her
Side leaving empty stations
Leaving empty lives
"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's like 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 and
That 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
Of this 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?"
Lemon juice and water
Keeps diary invisibly in the
Kitchen corner of a
Basement bachelor's suite
There's a certain search for certainty
You know we'll never see her
Hands touch her childhood home
In photos that she took
It's one more omission
From a highschool history book how
Whole lives are knifed
And pushed aside to whom it may concern
This is to inform yours
Sincerely yours there's a bus that's
Leaving half an hour from
Now it won't take her where
She really wants to
Go so she sit's there with her luggage at her
Side in the empty stations of our empty lives
Take a broken bottle take a rafter beam
Or take a needle and a
Tarnished spoon all just words to kill
Off one more unheard statement
In another dying afternoon she says she's
Leaving soon so so long to
Ten hour shifts and faking sympathies
Farewell to piles of bills
Unpaid utilities all rolled up and
Unfurled like a flag wake
Up and pack your bag to whom it may concern
To whom it may concern this
Is to inform yours
Sincerely yours there's a bus that's leaving
Half an hour from now it
Won't take her where she really wants
To go so she sit's
There with her luggage at her
Side leaving empty stations
Leaving empty lives
"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's like 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 and
That 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
Of this 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?"