Under the Microscope

by Lily Schaffer

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I guess it wasn't really meant to be in a string of failed hypotheses where freedom reigns, but fact is king success is always waiting, waiting in the wings I guess I always had a pending doubt like the appendix I could live without to hold my hand to god and to dismiss a greater good, a greater gift, a better life to live? so who's the scientist if it all comes down to you who's the scientist with a serum for the truth who bears the burden of proof? who bears the burden of the life we made? after all, we're only sketches carbon paintings in a cave so who's the scientist if it all comes down to you who's the scientist with a serum for the truth who bears the burden of proof?
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it takes a village to build the nerve falling rocks and a learning curve when what you desire and what you deserve have no intersection left the womb with my skull intact married into a cul de sac filling the void with a nick or knack for a lot of misdirection what good's a rite without sacrifice you only live once well, you, maybe twice I skirt the divide of our separate lives our separate lives what good's a life without sacrifice?
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Fritz, I know you had the best intentions the road to purgatory, paved in honorable mentions satellite sleuths at the cheap hotels remind me of you when I can't sleep so well in a sea of stars, luminescent subway cars seeing that the plot of ours never had a chance no prescience I can see you across foreign feilds took my share of what the crop would yeild the busted sandbags in the barricade held my heart like a hand grenade but in the urban sprawl I thought I'd settle, maybe once and for all I guess it was too close a call to make any sense no prescience
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sitting in the kitchen your uniform is on light is breaking past the swinging gate on our front lawn as you wipe our fingerprints from the barrel of your gun It’s a long way down from the Spree river, to the Rhine I’ve lost count everything I left behind sitting in the garden you were still in bed, asleep I prayed, the lord, my nerves to steal, but for my soul to keep steel against my fingertips they barreled underneath It’s a long way down from the Spree river, to the Rhine I’ve lost count what I hoped to find one can only expect a certain kind of life push until the excess oozes down the sides wipe it clean until you can no longer recognize
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the soles of your shoes never made it past the station you choose to do it to yourself the noose is still hanging in the basement I knew you’d stay, and say I believe in miracles maybe it’ll rain it’s a crude philosophy but maybe you’ll change the tracks of the train, you know they never did lead nowhere you strain to see the ticket now the frames are slowly digging into your face, but you wear them anyhow only good with numbers, but you didn’t account for one and throwing off the covers, you were surprised to see the sun I guess the fates are broken, everyone is wrong sometimes but why aren’t your calculations as good as mine?
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present simple tense I'm feeling the first signes of decay I believe I hit the ceiling 6pm, yesterday all the residents are depressed they don't know what day it is I can't make any sense of it unrest just hangs in the air is there anybody out there? figure it's a wash put your hands in your pockets, go for a walk is there anybody out there? the devil starts to talk he says, look at the time you bought, borrowed and bartered future perfect tense, it's over celebrate your gains your mediocre four leaf clover you’re watching as the trains go by all the evidence goes up in smoke the papers fly all over the place watch the train approach step off the platform is there anybody out there? figure it's a wash put your hands in your pockets, go for a walk is there anybody out there? the devil starts to talk he says, look at the time you bought, borrowed and bartered
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Some days It feels like I'm floating away I change names every time that I switch trains

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This is an album about Fritz Haber, his wife Clara Immerwahr, and their son, Hermann Haber. Carl Bosch narrates one song.

Look them up. Sad story doesn't cover it.

www.nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/chemistry/laureates/1918/haber-bio.html

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released June 21, 2013

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Lily Schaffer Washington, D.C.

Lemonade is my only studio album. Dead Receiver is my favorite album. Under the Microscope is a concept album about Nobel Prize winning chemist Fritz Haber. Go Fish is somewhere in between. nancymagil.bandcamp.com was my alternate persona years and years ago ... more

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