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• Artiste: Harold Budd
• Titre: Cedars of Lebanon
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Yesterday I spent asleep Woke up in my clothes in a dirty heap Spent the night trying to make a deadline Squeezing complicated lives into a simple headline I have your face in an old Polaroid Tidying the childrens clothes and toys You smiling back at me I took the photo from the fridge Can't remember what Emily did Haven't been with a woman, it feels like, for years Thought of you the whole time, your salty tears This shitty world sometimes produces a rose The scent of it lingers but then it just goes Return the call to home The worst of us are a long drawn-out confession The best of us are geniuses of compression You say you're not gonna leave the truth alone I'm here 'cause I don't wanna go home Child drinking dirty water from a riverbank Soldier brings oranges he got out from a tank Waiting on the waiter, he's taking a while to come Watching the sun go down on Lebanon Return the call to home I got a head like a lit cigarette Unholy clouds reflect in a minaret So high above me, higher than everyone Where are you in the cedars of Lebanon? Choose your enemies carefully, 'cause they will define you Make them interesting 'cause in some ways they will mind you They're not there in the beginning but when your story ends Gonna last with you longer than your friends