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Ode to Disaster

from Nothing is Fantastic by Marc M Cogman

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Praise the lord for his disasters: all the agony and dread. And those things you can’t imagine: if they came along and happened, they just might be for the best. I’m not tethered to a monster. I’m not drowning in the red. And no matter how depressing, I should be down counting blessings on my knees beside my bed.

Tattoo roses for the living. Tattoo black stars for the dead. And there ain’t no use crying now. Be a fortunate son somehow. Praise the lord for his disasters, hit the floor beside your bed, hush the voices in your head.

I go back to California. It still feels a lot like home. But that knife that keeps on twisting: when I hold my brothers’ children, I can’t help thinking of my own.

Tattoo roses for the living. Write the other two an ode. And there ain’t no use crying now. Be a fortunate son somehow. Praise the lord for his disasters, keep on carrying the load. You’re a lucky one, you know.

Tattoo roses for the living; don’t forget the others, though. And there ain’t no use crying now. Be a fortunate son somehow. Praise the lord for his disasters. You’re a lucky one, you know. Keep on rolling up that stone.

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from Nothing is Fantastic, released March 21, 2017
Marc M Cogman - lead vox, organ, piano
Frogs - bass, electric guitar
Steve McDonald - electric guitar
Brian Moskin - drums
Giulio Carmassi - synth, trumpet, trombone
Joe Napolitano - background vox

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