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• Artiste: Study Band (The)
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(Owen lays sprawled across a bed, awaiting Margery's return. The position is familiar, but on this particular night the sound of her soft footsteps never comes.) So you're in love with the idea of being in love Where is she now Your head's filled up with thoughts of a quote, end quote us So where is she now Pictured in a room Skin stretched over his frame This Pollock mind and unreal city lights Keep the moon and I at bay A mask of bone wore under fleshy tone In only the deepest shades Transfixed in time, the stillest life Stars fill this flooded grave The artist's life's a dangerous one So fragile and over dramatic On red sky the passion of a lover's embrace Nearly burns right through the canvas In another time you image her face With her body as the Violin of Ingress For a kiss wrapped tight in a blanket of gold So soft she'd close her eyelids So you feel stuck in a pose for that girl you can't touch So why hang around Well if you mist, come on and find the nerve *enough is enough* Now, here, something I can't figure out Pallid as a ghost Hands pressed hard against his face These Dali eyes lost in Edvard skies Skew the village that I create A vase is thrown filled with orange and gold Though the silence never breaks Empty reservoirs like the canon fire The biggest splash that he could make The artist's life's a dangerous one So prone to delusions and madness Through a desert he roams bound by lashes of rope In a body that some sickness has ravaged In another time you imagine the greats Who suffered for the prized Galstea A Man alone in a cave and a soul Ascetic for one beautiful idea