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• Artiste: Volcano!
• Titre: Palimpsests
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Wake up (9x) Look where you are It was a dream (4x) It was a It's so funny (2x) It's so fun (9x) Funny how far you are from where you've been Spit up (9x) Get out the taste of fermented speeches Swallow it down (2x) I know it burns but when it burns it teaches Seven o'clock (2x) Get up, get up Move, shower and shave The shell of skin like extra limbs Tucked in, tucked in, hide every trace In your pleated pants Baby (5x) -steps is all you can take and awkwardly stumble forward Tip of the tounge Heated debate Reflux, reflux You can't stop it from comin' up Words of the past taste like a meal Simple ideals nutritionless as soda And so falsely filling they kept you sharp up to a point when they started dulling And with everything blurring Your tired eyes still miss the clarity Skin is a shell Shape of a child crawled out half way 'n hit the frozen wind And breathed deeply Fossil of youth Blackening leaves Dead weight, dead weight Can't help but imaginin' Crazy voice: Just sever it - it'd be so easy it's inefficient and naive Lettin' leech and feed off you but you keep it there hidden And hopefully stumble forward - with baby steps When you swallow your words You'll start speaking in tongues It's both your will and theirs That keeps filling your lungs With the fumes that fuel illness and songs You're a father and also a son In a tower of steel Or a bridge made of straws Though the structure is real And can act as a law That exaggerates your deepest flaw It could also be the shapes you draw the, the architect of Small Circles, maybe 10 feet, drawin' Little tattooes on the people you meet, like those Crazies who eat their placentas, you put your Molted shell through an industrial juicer and Gulp it down Gulp it down Gulp it down Gulp it down with some pride son It's the vanilla pipe dream extract so bittersweet With a mouthful of worms There is protein enough To last a few days In the thickening rough The surroundings that so hard to love Are deceptively soft to your touch If you conjure up a Telekinetic burning heat Your fingers a glowing neon pink Your wilting an eye n' wincing wink You get, get, you get learned when you get burned Whether your pupils melt into black tears And roll of your face Or the structures incinerate You'll see a New City A New City A New City A New City ...when you swallow your words