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Broken

from Quiet Time by Now It's Art

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This is a song about a turkey.

That's basically it.

I mean, yeah, it's about a turkey. He was cool, he was the only nice male turkey we had. Sure, most of them won't just bite your fucking arm off, and some of them even don't mind being pet, but this one was special, he actively followed me around and even wanted to be held.

And he was still young. Only about 3 months old I think. And one day he just had a bunch of scabs on him. We weren't sure if they were scabs at the time though, and he still seemed fine, so there was no reason to worry. And then one day he was just having breathing problems and looked like he was on the verge of death. And I was heartbroken. Backing up though, I was out raking leaves and I just randomly started feeling so fucking miserable and I had no idea why, and then Irmagination started playing in my head and I felt worse, but I pushed through it and finished raking leaves.

And then I went out back and saw him. He was put in a cage with our freshly acquired baby ducks, and he looked awful. I immediately went to his side to comfort him and it looked like he cried, but ya know, turkeys can't cry, probably.

As I was comforting him, my step-dad said "that one's probably not going to make it" and I'm just thinking "yeah, I know that, don't fucking say it though" and I just stayed there with the turkey for what seemed like forever.

And then he fell. He started shaking and I didn't know what to do so I just grabbed him and held him tight, and he calmed down. He was crawling with bugs but I didn't care, I had to hold him tight.

And then after a little bit, he died. He put his head on my arm, and just went limp. I was broken. I went and told my mother, and we burried him.

And that was that. I didn't think he would go that soon, and part of me thinks that by grabbing him and holding him tight I only accelerated it, but who knows. I don't even know what fucking killed him, and that's the worst part. He didn't get dragged off by a raccon or something, he didn't die of old age, he just died. And I was there. And it hurt me.

Only later did it occur to me that possibly I was feling so miserable while raking those leaves and when Irmagination started to play in my head, that it was because I felt his pain. Maybe you don't beleive in spiritual connections, but that's gotta be one hell of a coincidence.

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Who hurt you?
I wish I knew...
And now you're gone.
But why this time?

I'll never get to see your happy self again.
I was beginning to feel like you were my friend.
Everywhere I went, you used to follow me around.
But just a little while ago I had to lay you down

And now I'm broken 'cause I held you tight,
As you died, in my arms.
You flipped over and began to shake,
No mistake, not too far.

But at least I was there for you,
Now you're through, I can't save.
And you went limp, I guess you knew,
I carried you to your grave.

I'll never get to see your happy self again.
I was beginning to feel like you were my friend.
Everywhere I went, you used to follow me around.
But just a little while ago you died and now I frown.

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from Quiet Time, released December 1, 2017

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