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Grip

This song is by Jawbox and appears on the album Grippe (1991).

Wreck rebirth,
The broken-bottled dregs unneeded for conviction anymore.
Median castaway,
The faded green's allure.
Played enough
At climbing from my concrete island home;
Forgotten what those broken legs were for.

I'll leave behind the tyranny of signs,
Transparent things you hold on to.
I know what's mine,
A greying field of sky,
And in whose grip I lie.

Pain no less,
Blackout caresses,
Encroaching green,
Forgotten what my failing eyes had seenâ€"
Once so excessive,
Now so lean.

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