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• Artiste: Peasant Dramatic (The)
• Titre: War With Everything
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I was tired of tearing holes in sheets When the clouds came down all around our feet But you were there, hands full of leaves Nose against the glass, waiting to breathe And when you came up into the hay How the lights were soft, how cold the day And how you held me still like a work of clay Painting my body blue and my eyelids gray And if you had seen me leave in the morning I was up at dawn, I was there and gone There is a peace like painting stars on the ceiling Like a mother tongue, like an undone song Sometimes there is a canvas that is blank And I thank God you have a color and a shape And you were scared of the fires of love Seeing the street below and the ghosts above But we hang our chains and we wear our gloves With our eyes like fangs and our hands like doves Stay away, away, I feel the line disappearing Between you and me; between the river and the sea I slept half the day just to waste the evening Coax the vines from me, be my hanging tree Sometimes there is a crashing in my ears like angry waves, Like a frozen phrase at the end of days Sometimes I wake to find my bones terribly aching I hope you find someone who is yours for the taking We're all built from dust with our mouths agape Knowing everybody blurs on videotape And when we trace the stars we get the same damn shapes Whether we chant like monks or we flail like apes And if you had seen me laughing and bleeding You'd have known my smile, you might've liked my style But there is a sleep, comes without a warning And I lose mile after mile after mile Sometimes there is light that dances in your eyes Like stones streaked violet and gold Sometimes you just hang suspended in the sea Like red and green, like the fire you breathed into my blue snow Oh to be the light curling beneath your door like the frail young universe In dreams so green and tender where you sleep And oh to be the ice that held you up like an angel on the water I would hold onto you forever and then I'd leave