[00:01.97]Everything must go
[00:14.25]The Weakerthans
[00:15.63]Garage Sale. Saturday. I need to pay
[00:19.65]my heart's outstanding bills.
[00:24.39]A cracked-up compass and a pocket watch,
[00:29.21]some plastic daffodils.
[00:32.98]The cutlery and coffee cups I stole
[00:38.73]from all-night restaurants,
[00:44.29]a sense of wonder (only slightly used),
[00:48.85]a year or two to haunt you in the dark.
[00:59.00]For a phone call from far away
[01:06.98]with a "Hi, how are you today"
[01:15.20]and a sign recovery comes
[01:28.90]to the broken ones.
[01:59.31]A wage-slave forty-hour work week
[02:03.50](weighsa thousand kilograms,
[02:09.26]so bend your knees) comes
[02:11.71]with a free fake smile for all your dumb demands,
[02:19.70]the cordless razor that my father bought
[02:23.77]when I turned 17,
[02:31.34]a puke-green sofa
[02:31.23]and the outline to a complicated dream of dignity.
[02:43.68]For a laugh too loud and too long
[02:53.87]For a place where awkward belongs
[03:04.90]And a sign recovery comes
[03:14.71]to the broken ones.
[03:24.77]To the broken ones.
[03:35.40]To the broken ones.
[03:45.33]For the broken ones.
[03:51.21]Or best offer.
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