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low flier
04:46
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you sent me dented, pent up I frequented
the ocean floor, went diving for more,
you didn't think I meant it, thought my words pretended,
I mend then reoffend, but I'm upended,
I defend my right to float around you,
picking up my sound you resound unbound
as I become unwound,
I found a mirror in you, in this,
my primal hiss you might miss, but just listen...
never taste what you're feeling
low flier
but what you hide is revealing
low flier
you eyes are accidentally ever so fragmentally
landing on my fundamentally altered flight,
tread heavily, tread light,
no fight from me, I bite for free,
I like to be this right,
never sure but my cure is pure,
you can lure me with fury, endure your inner jury,
spin a lie to your mind if you're so inclined,
we combine not confine,
let it rest undefined...
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2. |
luciole
04:12
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tu peux emprunter mon âme
il y a une luciole dans la tienne
ça brule tes sentiments
tu as seulement un espace vide
vide sauf ta poussière
un feu ancien
une ombre dangereuse
un abyme avec faîm
la luciole te consume
peut-être tu aime ça
mais je regarde au bord de ta nuit
je peux t'aider
même si je casse tout
j'embrasse tout
j'efface l'histoire que tu crois
et remplace tout
tous les deux, tout seul, c'est tout...
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3. |
montelimar ciel
04:44
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4. |
landing somehow
06:00
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seemingly always scattered, a pattern
of matted dreamshapes, fattened in the heat of expectation,
flattened by the next realisation,
their edges tattered, clarity shattered,
battered and fried until golden and splattered wide
until colder and moulded into bite-sized, disguised pieces
of my delusion,
a fusion of this creature's confusion...
so I walked into a mountain and climbed up the underside,
tired fingers feeling their way into humid holes,
my head heavier than the rocks I cling to,
and tipping backwards until I fall,
singing through my hair,
the first few lines of last night's nightmare
and landing somehow,
landing somehow...
worn in, worn out, found out,
on the chin I might take it
if I spin my thin thread on the wind,
and change almost nothing into nearly something,
rearrange pain, hang it up like bunting,
hunting down rage and diluting the one thing that
suffocates my fate,
no crime in the shooting, it makes me late,
a state of hating and endlessly waiting,
I create for the aching and ache for creating...
so I flew into a waterfall and drank deeply from
hot drops of poisonous thoughts,
ought to try to escape
but caught in tall, trembling vines,
binding slimes
and I'm out of time,
until a crack in the sky pushes me to fly,
I'm dropping forever, stopping never,
thinking whatever,
but landing somehow,
landing somehow...
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5. |
face à face
03:07
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c'est tard
la solitude dans ces regards
le besoin
la faîm
les pensées cassées
le désir complet
face à face
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6. |
silent story
03:24
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redtaping, skyscraping the small things,
taping down my poor wings,
should've stayed low, ready to go,
ever been in the way of somebody's day?
don't think I'm here to play,
but you might know I flow with the flow
silent story, hide it for me,
it's mine
not to do what you will with,
not to climb up your hill with,
it's mine
breathtakingly faking a reason,
blame it on the season,
let the wind blow, let me grow,
ever given a thought to closing the door
and not demanding more?
but you might know I'm closing the show
silent story, hide it for me,
it's mine
not to do what you will with,
not to climb up your hill with,
it's mine
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7. |
flotando en el suelo
04:43
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