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• Artiste: Fionn Regan
• Titre: The Lake District
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From the bannister I can see you cough and blast rainbows Twenty seven summers press against the powder room windows On returning eyes are lerning the language of your wrists You twist them towards the chandalier and say who will be my witness? On a beaded rug with jerusalem hymn watching the trawalers roll in Lets start at the begining the drunk shouts whos your taylor on the preface Of a power failer salashing out it's drakness The steep ie riggers round the spires scramble For holy work lights on great hooks hanging You starigen your coif and mimic a stiff The jurys back and its a crushing blow For those who wish you ill and woe You are the lake district You dont need to speek It wirtes in the air in chalk Like subtitles walk across a foreign film screen From the landing i can hear your hay-baled laughter singing It breaks the white hourse hearts of all those assembling To be an ornament that sparkles its clear those here would kill But there's nowhere to hide if you become a city on the hill On a beaded rug with jerusalem hymn watching the trawiers roll in Lets start at the begining in a dingy parlor by a mantle swooning With the ancient caverans of your eyes welling The tail of russian headscarf landing On your collar bone from your blouse protruding You tighten your belt so its closer felt The jurys back and its a crushing blow For those who wish you ill and woe You are the lake district Marry me In a registry Like a foreign film scene Let others publish our faults Take my hand and we will walts Below the cathedra i vaults Spinning like a foreign film reel