Suicide Underground - Air

Written by：Dunckel/Godin

Everyone dated the demise of our neighborhood

From the suicide of the lisbon girls

People saw their clairvoyance

In the wiped out elms and harsh sunlight

Some thought the torture tearing the lisbon girls

Pointed to a simple refusal to accept the world

As it was handed down to them so full of

Flaws

But the only thing we are certain of

After all these years is the insufficiency of explanations

Obviously doctor

You've never been a thirteen year old girl

The lisbon girls were thirteen

Cecile

Fourteen lux fifteen bonnie sixteen Mary and seventeen therese

No one could understand how Mrs Lisbon and Mr Lisbon

A math teacher had produced such beautiful creatures

From that time one the lisbon house began to change

Almost every day and even when she wasn't keeping an

Eye on Cecilia

Lux would suntan on her towel wearing a swimsuit

That caused the knife sharpener to give her a fifteen

Minute demonstration for free

The only reliable boy who got to know lux was

Trip fontaine

For only 18 months before the suicides had emerged from

Baby fat

To the delight of girls and mothers alike

But few anticipated it would be so drastic

The girls were pulled out of school

And Mrs lisbon shut the house for maximum security isolation

The girls' only contact to the outside world

Was through the catalogs they ordered

That started to fill the lisbon's mailbox

With pictures of high end fashions and brochures for exotic

Vacations

Unable to go anywhere the girls traveled in their imaginations

Gold tipped siamese temples or past an old man

The leaf broom tidying the maw's carpeted speck of Japan

And Cecelia hadn't died

She was a bride in Calcutta

Collecting everything we could of theirs

We couldn't get the lisbon girls out of our minds

But they were slipping away

The colors of their eyes were fading

Along with exact locations of moles and dimples

From five they had become four

And they were all the living and the dead become

Shadows

We would have lost them completely if the girls hadn't

Contacted us

Lux was the last to go

Fleeing from the house we forgot to stop at the

Garage

After the suicide free for all

Mr and Mrs lisbon gave up any attempt to lead

A normal life

They had Mr henry pack up the house

Selling what furniture he could at a garage sale

Everyone went just to look

Our parents did not buy used furniture

They certainly didn't buy furniture tainted by death

We of course took the family photos that were put

Out with the trash

Mr Lisbon put the house on the market

And sold to a young couple from Boston

Didn't matter in the end how old they had

Been

Or that they were girls

But only that we had loved them

And that they hadn't heard us call

Still did not

Hear us

Calling out of those rooms where they went to be

Alone for all time

Alone in suicide

Which is deeper than death

Where we will never find the pieced to put

Them back together