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In true inbetweeners
Lucid dreamers
Fable cleavers
School-of-life leavers

In these forms the makers sing
A chapbooksworth of freaky hymns
In these halls abundance weeps
And braces for the next worst thing

Not here
Trapped in the realm of the senses
Nor there
Barbed by the spiel of the senseless

In a time when everyone has to be zased let’s be a little cringe
You and me and everyone we know

In a world where everything happens so much let’s happen just enough
Far from the cat race
Far from the sodding crowd

And if you scrub away the layers of art
You may judge what remains
This strange canvas

And if you peer inside this heart of hearts
You may flinch, squeal or recoil
Or love it all the more

As I was saying
Join the dots tonight
As bosons and gators did the same
Spin arrogance into rich designs, so fine
And shed the skins of shame

And then we’ll journey forth, hand in hand, along this holy motorway
(don’t have to look back)

We’ll break the locks and stake our claims, no longer lonely stowaways
(don’t have to look back)

We’ll find a corner of paradise where he can’t hurt you anymore
(a child and a clown)

And we’ll fall into each other’s arms, the heaven we’ve both been longing for
(don’t have to look back)

In true inbetweeners, inbetweeners, inbetweeners, inbetweeners…

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from Holy Motorway (Selected Demos 2022​-​2023), released December 15, 2023

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