Turn On The Light

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I had a friend
who kept a candle in his pocket, he used to touch it when the wind was
blowing high, I guess it made him feel like he could buck the system and
when it flickered out we laid him down to die, turn on the light, turn on
a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights, a beacon in the night,
I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry, I'll construct a rack of tempered
beams and trusses and equip it with a million tiny suns, I'll install upon the
roof on my compartment and place tinfoil on my floor and on my walls
and then I'll turn on the light..... and I'll burn like a roman fucking candle, like
a chasm in the night, for a miniscule duration, ecstatic immolation
incorrigible delight

Brett Gurewitz
Westbeach Recorders, Hollywood, CA
Greg Graffin - vocals, Brett Gurewitz - guitar, Jay Bentley - bass, Greg Hetson - guitar, Pete Finestone - drums
Universal Music Publishing