Written by Kate Crash
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On New Year's Eve check out Kate Crash headlining the Bondage Ball at Boardners. Kate has one of the most fun and electric live shows to come out of the LA scene in recent memory.
You may have found me laying in caves of indifference Among the news telecasts and miniature oil rigs You may have thought to have said something But there was so much to look at
The water dripping on my face from the black slimey rocks The leaks in the static shooting from my eyes The broken swirls in the streams never quite riptides The echo of nothing said nothing done You may have found me there clutching my mothers never opposable thumb The rest of her tangled in some strange weeds of the garden of memory Hanging out like swamp reeds from my fathers feet From some things she never wanted herself free Like the common plague sung breathed madness in the belief that things can change by doing nothing and being sweet Agreeable You may have found me sprawled out in song Misappropriated to the sun Never quite on the ground What was confused for light was only a mirage A well crafted fire A string pull dance A top spun When they released me I did just what they had want ed But I thought not Rebellion is not rebellion when one is on the run From themselves Love is only a five minute hand job And god a make believe puppet master And they are the same as us Running running running from what?
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