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Libérez-vous
02:50
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One eye on the bullet box, you're fingering your barrel
But I have seen your bedchamber, it's just a picture from a dirty magazine
Now it's clear that the door to hell was the eye of God,
He hid it well
You went soft when you allowed a word to break
Your silence vow
Don't look to me to set you free, you locked me in when
You sold your key
I will find a way out of you
Use your mouth as a weapon, you are sharpening your wit
You lay your high achievements on the pillow next to my bloody lip
Now it's clear that the door to hell was the eye of God,
He hid it well
You went soft when you allowed a word to break
Your silence vow
Don't look to me to set you free, you locked me in when
You sold your key
I will find a way out of you
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Rosemary's Cross
02:54
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I'm the secret you forgot to keep
You're the cobweb I forgot to sweep
While the corner radiator weeps, you are looking on
There are lamp-posts sagging on the lawn
Steps for the homeless to carry on
The trial awaits, but the jury's gone and the scaffold's falling down
So pray to me and I'll pray to you
Because God's on a weekend rendezvous
Sing a hymn to Rosemary's cross
And we'll never be empty again
Shrines to love were hastily built
With mortar the bricklayer soaked in guilt
The price was reduced but we both felt what we saved we could invest
You abandoned post so I followed suit
I fell in love with a new pursuit
I thought it was my old friend Truth, but she vanished long ago
So pray to me and I'll pray to you
Because God's on a weekend rendezvous
Sing a hymn to Rosemary's cross
And we'll never be empty again
Stay with me and I'll stay with you
Time has mangled what we understood
Was undeniably absolute
I can give up my grip on my youth
And fill our room with all our ruins
We'll never be empty again
We'll never be hungry again
But we'll always be needing something
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Guillotine
02:37
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The body is bleeding and I'm begging it to scar
For some frame of reference, a clear line to start
I can't see the present tense so I entertain the past
But how do you host a ghost when you cannot read its plans
This year means nothing to no one except between you and me
I get tired of advertising for a meaning I don't mean
All my friends look clean like water I'm in dirt up to my knees
I can't find my way to the river, I wash with liquor, coke and tea
And I swore by this time I'd be better than dead
But as far as I can tell it hasn't happened yet
I keep coming to the same room spinning around to be seen
Every noise that slides past me serves to shake the guillotine
Sit in the cold just to get away from the faces
That are asking too much and you wish that they were strangers
Confronting every morning with blame and a fist
As if without mutiny there couldn't be a ship
So you wait on the time clock to permit your escape
Begrudging, it is glaring an accusation of "Ingrate!"
Maybe tonight the liquor will do its job for once
And drown out the determined fear that's been at your heels for months
And I swore by this time I'd be better than dead
But as far as I can tell it hasn't happened yet
I keep coming to the same room spinning around to be seen
Every noise that slides past me serves to shake the guillotine
Everywhere you are, you never want to be
Everywhere you're going is another doomed strategy
You know you can't stay here but there's nowhere else to go
Put one foot in front of the other when there's no choice on a tightrope
And I swore by this time I'd be better than dead
But as far as I can tell it hasn't happened yet
I keep coming to the same room spinning around to be seen
Every noise that slides past me serves to shake the guillotine
Here I go again, let it rush me in
a fool chasing a carrot on a carousel with no end
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4. |
Marionette
03:28
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I disappear these days
in thoughts' corridors and alleyways
I try to explain
to lazy-eyed friends I've made
But they won't hear
my case,
they see a body and they see a face
But you
see right through
the truth and mistakes
and you say
"Marionette, clip your strings, and descend
from the stage where you're chained.
Come with me in between the corridors
and alleyways that you fear
Stay with me, persevere,
they will never know we were here
Marionette, clip your strings,
and collapse from the stage that you have made
Marionette, cut all ties, don't look back,
you have made your escape"
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5. |
Please, Please You
03:00
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I had a dream of Victorian lace
but I woke up to a stainless steel embrace
Can't we just call it a night
You know I'm too delirious to fight
I am just trying to find
The right combination of lies to please
You wait by the kettle on the stove
For inspiration to take hold
You found you had nothing more to say
When I lost certainty in the haze of the gray
I am just trying to find
The right combination of lies to please
You would die to remain in the role
Of the common antihero
There is no need for me to compete
When the winnings are contempt and deceit
I am just trying to find
The right combination of lies to please
You say everything sounds better as a waltz
So dance me to the corner and take my clothes off
I am just trying to find
The right combination of lies to please
You
Wonderful you
Beautiful you
Insignificant you
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