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from A Small Arrival by Swale



The burning of cars, supposed beacons of democracy. The burning of stars, feet on the ground with folded arms. They’re all the same. Are we too dumb to know? Not seeing straight. They depend on who we are so pay your dues with the masses. Don’t let you get that far, separate us with their classes. The stealing of a face. Ideologues to save the day. The bullet and the blade have come to save the day. The soldiers going down to the rivers edge. The soldiers standing by to release the dead. Electable, void of soul, not seeing straight.


from A Small Arrival, released September 12, 2012


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Swale started in 2002 as part of the house band for a burlesque show. For the most part, Amanda plays the keys, Jeremy plays the drums, Eric plays the guitars, Tyler plays the bass, and all four of them sing the songs.

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