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• Artiste: Alias & Tarsier
• Titre: Luck and Fear
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<i>Doseone</i>: So shure Your on the shore without a shadow, and bow aloft. Cocked to core the sun, And yet you get that your there to watch where the water has wore rock down And know fool, no hero you are arrowless Given the limits of luck, and what isn't it Figures it'd only be attracted to victors And can't be injected in jackets. It rides it's one wing and will be wicked With your good band and working man's honor again Of the time is certain... Untill it's curtains. Best off bearing your dark ear to the ground For the sound of god there The fear trap in your throat lamp Clamped on the bread of your blood Deep in the blank of a moment that matches Nothing you had ever wrote. Mind on the empty arm mold's gone. Mind on the keep of your red wet and cope. Wishbone thrown between the wreck Of when your tour van and ice met. Yet the relative upper hand of "in tow" is constant, In the needle&sickle of struck luck and odds set On it's human objects, and their slit in the process Of the dying concept, in all glacial time and it's mind like prospects, all numberlined. So disposed to clock threat, and male pattern blind Ness to the leather and tenden raw ever Drawn now and tender of the "once you" collector. With it's hold on yourself and your forked dark mind. It's tall nail of proof in a celebrity arm time's Grip on where the wishing bone and throat unwind. After all you are arrowless, feeling the wind on your ribs Atop the wishing cliff, watching what's hope go if into the eye of the rift, between this... Both luck and fear "hitting harder than a f*cking brick." (and what your 21st century shull would predict) (luck locked and tall feared) Luck&fear I am a kite tied at either end to them Like a kite flown half into mirror Luck&fear There at your cezarian and second carcrash There silent, with you in the morning mirror <i>Tarsier</i>: Luck&fear I am a kite tied at either end to them Luck&fear Hang from the shadow of a van as fingers cross in haste Luck&fear Stretch along this black road and wave from your 10-second window All here in one night, a trap was set beneath my seat All here in one night Luck&fear Lens to a wishing mirror, I am a kite