Letra de Arturism in a rock n roll band

There are parts of this country where a fly could live forever
Scars like bookmarks just to read and remember
Like dog-eared pages in a frail book with a frail spine in a frail house
Like dusty words inside your mouth.

There´s cadence in these pages.

There are parts of this country where I can´t die fast enough
Every mile another novel punctuated in my blood
Thesis statements embedded in my flesh
This argument lays me to rest.

There´s cadence in these pages.

We can measure the ephemery, hands on flesh, muscle memory. There´s a story in every wrinkle; a map in every fold. Fingerprints are like crow´s feet poems. A fracture, a bone breaks. A knuckle cracks like pen to page. Like ice across a brittle lake. The tachometer´s a metronome, a typewriters tempo. Lays black ink into bone, a typewriters tempo.