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Marching Parades
03:21
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Scratching the surface of what I can and cannot do, Searching the miles of you.
Blowing the horns to see if my words get to you, Blowing the miles of you.
Marching parades to see if I walk back to you, Walking the miles of you.
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Encaustic Witches
03:20
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Section A:
My heartbeat is slow,
My love is slow.
My love is serene,
But my love is true.
I would need ten lives to love you.
Section B:
Years of silence, how much I need you now.
Years of joy, how much I never had you.
In years long gone, forever to be lived,
Never was I happy, never was I not.
But trays of silica walk in at all times,
Without explaining the meaning that lies
Beyond their components,
Which happen to rain in me,
like silver and screams
Or a silence that sings in my ears.
It clinks, it clinks and it clinks
It will clink for more years
To come.
Till death burns the son
That brought me to life,
The same day that I died.
I shall live in hell, or else he will.
He’ll bring me the tears that I never had, that I never will.
Cursed be the child, ablaze as the sun,
Right from within, wrong from without.
Cursed be the child that slashed me in half,
That waited no more for my tinges of bore.
Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord.
Section C:
My eyes are the well that keep the water in the village,
My body is the wood that sings the wind with its shivers.
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3. |
I Am Not
03:56
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Tell me what you want from me.
Take all my gems and leave me,
I am not who I thought I would be.
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Oh, I thought I was pleasing you,
When I took all the flowers from grass I painted blue.
No I wasn’t and now I know.
Oh, I thought I was pleasing you,
When I took all the flowers from grass I painted blue.
No I wasn’t and now I know,
How lost I was before you.
Oh, I thought you were from the moon,
All you spoke were the tongues of soft liquid perfume.
No you weren’t and now I know,
How lost I was before you.
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Headrest
04:46
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Her love is my headrest.
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6. |
Could Divine
06:44
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Section A1:
Mountains and mountains on top of you.
Scratching the surface of what I can and cannot do,
Searching the miles of you.
Section B:
To be wafted across the magnificence of your figure,
The miracle of death.
I buried the pictures of my own dad,
I buried the streets of London, oh I’m so sad,
I turned the trees around, oh I’m so bad.
Morris likes the day, he’s stable by afternoon.
My eyes are the well that keep the water in the village,
My body is the wood that sings the wind with its shivers.
Be the man you say you are.
I wish I didn’t have to ask you for this now, I’m far far out.
At the centre of the earth, at the bottom of the universe, I’m far far out. Just be the man you say you are.
Tell me what you want from me
Take all my gems and leave
Take all my gems and leave me.
If I could divine.
Fertility shot my sadness in the face.
Section A:
In this world of unfamiliar diseases I may catch one.
In this world of unfamiliar diseases I may catch one.
In this world of unfamiliar diseases.
If you don’t come home, this is what I’ll do
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7. |
Vertical
03:37
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I’d love to be going vertical, always vertical
But I’m not.
Life weighs on me,
And I am coming down
Horizontally.
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8. |
Breather
00:36
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9. |
Death
04:08
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I was ablaze,
I was basking in your ritual
Waiting for the perfect day.
The Holy Spirit dwelt where you opened and I submerged,
For the water reflects the colour of your breasts,
And I nuzzle them with puny screams.
To be wafted across the magnificence of your figure,
The miracle of death.
If only we were birds.
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