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Lying
03:35
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your little face facing changes
your changing moods mud in the woods
my fuckin' cock ain't got no balls
hard as a rock, blind as a bat, like a hose
so tell me if you feel the same
why should-I trust you?
why should-I not?
we got to be true
as time goes by you never say a word
but it's easier to lie with a smile
than with a mouthful of shit, at least it's prettier
it doesn't mean a thing to me quand tu me mens
des fois c'est tellement évident si tu crois que je ne mens
que je ne mens que je ne mens
que je ne mens pas moi aussi tout le temps
que je ne m'en rends pas compte
mais sûrement que tu le sais quand tu t'emportes...
you little face facing dangers
your dangerous moves cut to the chase!
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The Portraitist
04:01
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alive and away
I'm waiting for your next representation
you've taken the place of every show
but I never know when you'll play
so I stand still there, full of expectation
like all the water that has already flowed
like your long hair in the wind with the sun
I spent myself in particles
I hope the pixels reflected my thoughts
how do you like this landscape?
it's part of your chin and your chest
what do you think of this portrait?
I've molded it upon your soul
at the very place where the wheels dance all day
all the water has already flowed
I drew your face on the floor
they blurred it all along their way
how can we be stuck in a wire?
alive and away?
well, the high wires have whispered our names
what's left of us: some abstract remains
I don't believe in love
but I believe in words
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hello, my girl
it's been a long, long time
since we collapsed, I've been asking myself
is it better
to jump off the bridge
when the bridge is moving as a boat
and the boat is rising like a plane?
drifting away
with your dear friends
or to swim alone?
you make my day
you say let's keep this melody for the tough times
but the times are getting tough
you're still there but you're...
blurred again
your life looks more and more
like a movie, more and more and more
you make my day
you say you'll keep the tough times for the end
but the times are getting tough
You seem to disappear partially, constantly, completely
'til you rise
again
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Self-Commiseration
02:04
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the question is
should-I be alone with you?
or should-I be alone with me?
living as a loser, I spend my time
spending my time
looting some life, hope it's not all mine
mine is a gold mine, miners on strike
miners on strike
oh, enough self mutilation, enough self commiseration
(let's put the picture in motion)
do it, do it just do it, do what you're good at
'cos when you do you really are... pure
flowers and perfumes always taste good
when they come to me
get back to the facts, nothing comes
from you anymore
so I take my time
quiet holocaust
to create some dark spaces
drive back beyond all
places to stand in
the frontiers that I know
the shadows of things
and shadows say nothing
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Straight as a Bow
03:48
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the mind straight as a bow
I know, the body's not hollow
it's just there, an unbelievable knot
to try to uproot, or maybe not
got a lot to share, I know, I know
belly against belly
belly against belly
we're untied again
and if we're not give me your hand,
it will do me good
the mind straight as a bow
finger traces on the window
dirty dishes in the bed
and cold ashes in your lungs
where have you been my dear?
where have you been?
inside your shell, stuck in between
eager and afraid
eager...
and afraid
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6. |
Dust and Steam
04:48
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I don't believe in the future
I don't believe in the future for the human
I don't believe in him
I don't believe in him
I feel like a good person
but when I see the wrong ways that I've taken
I don't believe in me, I don't believe in me
I don't believe in you
you're wasting the best of your self-esteem
you will turn into dust
as water turns into steam
I don't believe in art to be strong enough to change things
but it's still worth trying
for the beauty of it
open a new window and forget the struggle of living
heaven! there is no light!
the window is lying
it's like riding a bike into a heavy icy wind
as long as it keeps blowing
we should keep trying
and then I fall asleep
and then I dream again of the same scene
the gentle rain, the sun
the scent of soil and moss
and you're holding my hand
and together we stand , the top of the cliff
from there we see the wild
and it's strong and untouched
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