The Anthropologist
de Gaza
We had our day.
Before our hands grayed and died, before the world dried up.
We had our day.
We walked along the road and picked up the bones that were our relatives.
We had our day.
I put my face to the dogs and let them pull the smile from me.
Más canciones de Gaza
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Winter in Her Blood
No Absolutes in Human Suffering
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Mostly Hair and Bones Now
No Absolutes in Human Suffering
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Calf
I Dont Care Where I Go When I Die
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Routine and Then Death
No Absolutes in Human Suffering
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The Crown
No Absolutes in Human Suffering
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The Vipers
No Absolutes in Human Suffering
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Slutmaker
I Dont Care Where I Go When I Die
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When They Beg
No Absolutes in Human Suffering
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The Kicking Legs
He Is Never Coming Back
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Not With All the Hope in the World
No Absolutes in Human Suffering
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I Don't Care Where I Go When I Die
I Dont Care Where I Go When I Die
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How It Is. How It Is Going to Be.
He Is Never Coming Back
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Bishop
He Is Never Coming Back
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The Biologist
He Is Never Coming Back
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Windowless House
He Is Never Coming Back
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He Is Never Coming Back
He Is Never Coming Back
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Canine Disposal Unit
He Is Never Coming Back
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The Meat of a Leg Joint
He Is Never Coming Back
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The Astronomer
He Is Never Coming Back
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Tombless
He Is Never Coming Back
