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Lighter
03:38
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Rogues have dabbled in the womb
Molding up calves of tomorrow
Mothering the bird
Such a day to cluck
In this anathematized brothel
Beans, sowed over their shoulders
Reaping up the doubts
For Lemuralia
Well this should be lighter
Say again that nothing matters
Ganesha’s caught in a skirmish
Rouging in the skirts of Amrapali
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2. |
Bergamot
04:56
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Pulling you toward the river, bergamot skinned in silence.
Walled up spaces snaps their whiskers in an everlasting note.
All I ever wanted.
Toro lights on the river - it’s the end line, it's a hollow.
Waving children swopped at random to the hospital below.
All I ever wanted.
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3. |
Indecent
03:05
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A colored thread waves a story
My fragile wall
Crumbles away
His perfume dust animates me
When his thin light
Covers my feet
Softly rebounding of my dreams
I, indecent, endeavor
To explore his mechanism
To engage the area
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4. |
Sugarhearts
04:09
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Dripping from her candor - eyelash
In a mumble, “let me have it”
Quivering, her lips in seconds, disentangle
Sugarhearts, messiah
A tender cut a little above the will
Sugarhearts, messiah
Allusions in the name of thrill
When your boundaries were manners
When what mattered then
Was shattered by the dare
あおい あおい こころで まもって あげたい
あたしの あおい あおい あおい こころで まもって あげるわ
ぼんやり とおく ばかり みつめる あなたを 頬杖ついて
とおく ぼんやり みてたら
あたし 涙がにじんだ きのどくで
だきしめて ゆすぶって あげたい でも きっと
あおい あおい
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5. |
Walk Away
03:16
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Burnt corm on a brighter summer day
I lent my stone to a dutchman on the way
My son, he was nursing from the whale
By God ! Aren’t we in a puppet play
As we walk, we walk away
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6. |
Fire
03:50
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Woke up a savior,
I wish for every day
The other cancer,
Blackmailing me again
Fire, there’s a fire,
Somebody needs to take care of
Fire, there’s a fire,
Something is rising inside of me
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7. |
Noon
03:54
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I dream a certain kind of blue. Deep clenched and narrow,
Something louder - close to Brueghel in his blooms.
Anchored in trust and beliefs, my reason sways by the roadside.
Exhibiting states of fugue, she mentioned I should never stop.
I'll hang on to this, even if I take fright.
I seek a mistress in the brood, incising starlight on the back of sleepless lovers in the nude.
Who whistles loud and up to noon - the songs on which I ran aground dreaming of Caribbean dunes.
Who bares the desk facing the street, who whispers promises, soft suicides smothered in sheets.
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8. |
Run
05:02
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On the island I awaken today, counting cicadas on the floor.
Damp morning fog smothers the roar who's last echoes rebound in vain.
“ One by one by one...” you can only do so much.
On the island I felt asleep, gathered myself and shut the door.
Thick city drapes smothers the roar, whose past echoes rebounds no more
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9. |
They Know
02:52
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Crusted lair cloistered in moss,
a gust, a prayer, crumbles into dust.
Fusses and blares from several layers.
They fall and they know where they belong (from now...).
They fall where they belong.
Rusted lair, flustered winter.
A ghost, a letter, mumbles of the air.
Losses and tears but no more doomsayer.
They climb and they know where they belong (from now...).
They climb where they belong.
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