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"He who forgets, will be destined to remember..."

Oh what a waste of a waste of a hurricane..
Take a look at this place—
it’s just a little wind and rain.
No hailstones,
no sunken holes,
no wall of mud,
no thousand year flood.

And oh what a waste of an apocalypse.
Take a look at your face—
you thought there’d be more than this
No voice of God,
no ball of flame,
all you’ve got is still the same.

I can’t believe we won’t be here to see
the sun explode in the sky,
way up high..
well it was worth a try.

Oh what a waste when Americans dream
of going straight up into space
with plasticine.
No wife and drunk,
no kids and car,
no where to run,
no war to be won.

I can’t believe that we won’t be
here to see the sun explode in the sky, way up high,
but it was worth a try.

Oh what a waste of a masterframe we can’t replace
all the remains
oh what a waste of a hurricane,
of a hurricane.
...

These are lyrics by Sam Bisbee, from 'What a Waste of Hurricane'. This was posted at 12:32 AM on 09 September 2006 .
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