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New Year's Grieve

from Escape From Nice Island by Fletcher Coulee

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I don’t think we're getting back our damage deposit
we're too broke to move out anyway
They want a thousand bux a month for a glorified closet
Got no job and no idea how we’d even pay

Stayed up late again with my head upon the window
listening to the wind from Manitoba blow
looking at the swirling snow
I sure as hell know
Simply fogging up this single pane I’ll take it every day
over the creeping quiet lockdown nights at the end of May
with Proud Boys in the Ivy
convoys in the street
the same one I walked up and down for eternity
whiskeydrunk in love with everyone but me
bending over backwards for the music scene
stumbling past a bank and school and the store I worked that day
then the park where I would play pickup baseball on Sundays
then up the stairs and hall maybe with some willing doll
didn’t have much but had it all
oh I know I had it all

I don’t think we're getting back our damage deposit
we're too broken now to wanna stay
They just let it play when we begged them to pause it
Minnesota Niced itself into decay

And we won’t be surprised how this true crime drama ends
when the murderer wears a badge the law don’t break it bends
and the town will burn again
unless 12 fine specimens
have the guts to send
away the backwards demon that denies the right to breathe
There’s no crying in a system that denies the right to grieve
all that’s left is rage to put you in a cage
but how can you do justice for the dying of young age?
how bout pay the living a living wage for fuck’s sake

For a guy they call the Drifter, the irony ain’t lost
All the rainy days I’ve saved for have ignored the cost
still got choppers in the box fan
and sirens in my ears
A bug out bag ready for the 4 ams of fear
Silent rubble where we made some noise and plenty of good friends
but shitty bosses salt the wound and ruin remembrance
And now pigs are in the park
bulldozing the tents
when I get home I feel lucky for the roof over my head
crack a beer and feel guilty for not being dead
Then I look down the hallway and I swear I see my friend
oh poor Ben
Yeah it’s time I got out of the Pirate Haus
It’s no place to raise a family
When it’s 10 below or pouring I’ll miss my room for smokes
I should quit and make some kid inherit my in-jokes
cuz my folks are getting old
we all got our share of mold
when I cough it’s just a cold I hope

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from Escape From Nice Island, released May 7, 2021

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Fletcher Coulee Minneapolis, Minnesota

Banished to the land of wind and ghosts, Fletcher Coulee spent 2020 holed up in the hull of a ship wrecked by stupidity and prejudice. Voices came from behind closed doors, even light had to knock. After a year, they emerged with long gray hair and a button on their face that said, "PLAY." Everybody had lost so much. No one asked them to, but Fletcher went looking anyway. ... more

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