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• Artiste: Augie March
• Titre: Bastard Time
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Nothing gave birth to time Time has no birthday, no mum no dad Nobody ever taught time No social contract, moral code, no good no bad And in the dirt, in the bottle of our poor atmosphere The lesson here is never learnt You feed on dogs bodies, on carcasses of government You tongue the graft over the grief Bastard time, you give no relief But it’s said you give relief You heal the wound like a crocodile saves its victim for later What do you love? Leaves turned, woods burned, ashes then are what you love? Fraud time, child’s birthday Spring deceit, brood love Tiny feet, callous time You light the womb like a pantomime stage Give dress to plainness, cake to age And make us clowns You heal the wound like a crocodile saves its victim for later You give the cheeks a rosy hue As the lips are turning blue This is the artist in you, bastard time And you our guide to perpetual suicide But what makes you sad, what makes you tired? What says to you as you’re passing it by “Oh no, no, no, this should never have died”? To be the snake, and the sword, and the veil To author the joke and be the sting in the tail No currency can buy No tale can ever tell No thread can make a stitch in you Nor any tolling bell arrest you (Thanks to BarkBark for these lyrics)