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• Artiste: Old Man Luedecke
• Titre: Spoons at Kate's
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I'm here watching ceiling fans turn in spoons at Kate's There's half a foot of mud outside but that's not why you're late Last night before we went to bed under a moon of self hate You sang and wailed your lies, your self-annihilating cries I saw green curtains on your eyes and took your fear of fate Bought and bit into your fear like devils in my bread Devils in my love for you, devils in my bed Oh, the twisted truth of things how the heart can sink like lead I made a sadder thing of sad and our love just bled and bled Tried to be a safer place a tree that you'd climb An electric blanket, a cup of tea a glint in a dark mine But as you slipped down that slope I knew that I was just frayed rope With my own fears I barely cope, we were at the mercy of time But it was just an hour or two of black in the torn open heart of night We picked and ripped over the scraps till darkness brought back light So if you need to sleep my love as the rain falls gently down I'll just sit and pray as the ceiling fans go round