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The Plumbers

When I escaped I made my way from La Borde down to the ecotone
Joined a band called Pom Poko in a hamlet in the Poconos
Playing art noise for schoolgirls in private galleries
We took mushrooms before filming our final masterpiece
And disappearing completely into blissful obscurity
We plumbed the depths of despair and found redemption in futility
Before crafting our comeback as a trad outfit
We recorded in mansions we'd been charged to housesit
With grand piano choons and luxurious suites
We called ourselves the Plumbers and we retook the streets
We are the Plumbers
Overcomes
We are the Plumbers
Urban spelunkers
Full of wonder
Undercover
We blunder and blubber
With the tumblers and turncoats
New spooks become old ghosts
Tire of the wetwork
Start wearing raincoats
This weary network of random connections
Falling headfirst
Into handcuffs
This vast collection of personages we call the Plumbers
Pegasus
What is it?
Who wants to know?
Pegasus
What time is it?
Must be home before she wakes
Pegasus
Jesus, read the script
Our daughters don't give a damn about our stupid code names
To them we're the Plumbers
In and out
When you need us
We're like the weather with the patience of Job
We serve at the pleasure
Everloving altar of the unknown

When i escaped I made my way from La Borde down to the ecotone
Joined a band called Pom Poko in a hamlet in the Poconos
We are the Plumbers
We are the Plumbers

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from Empirical Guestroom: SIGINT Demos 2017​/​18, released November 8, 2018

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Matthew H. Welch Baltimore, Maryland

Songmaker, Singer, Guitar Player, Producer for SIGINT. Formerly of the Aviary and Pedge. Poetic Rock and Roll From A Future.

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