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• Artiste: Lady Lamb the Beekeeper
• Titre: Vena Cava
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The Vena Cava, the most superior The Queen bringing blood into the chamber Always into the chamber And didn't you and it moves the same Even if you cannot feel how it moves It does move there in you I'm awake but I can not be found Daydreaming so far down And in your arms, I sleep so deeply But I can feel how you relieve me Even as you are still sitting here Even as your mug of coffee steams I can feel how the seams of your ribs Will separate from the seams of my ribs I know already how much TV Will fail to comfort me in your absence Its as though the nothing never was As everything will do just what it does Like a bullet in a barrel of a gun Hot in here beside someone In your eye streaks of canary yellow In thy twin bed I lay straight and narrow In your room all along I live I try to keep myself from sighing While the lilt of your language, it made me think That I was sinking with the wreckage of that old ship Even though our love has long been dead His ghost will follow to the foot of my deathbed I ain't no brother I ain't no son There ain't no Aubergine in my blood I ain't no warrior king Knowing how I am when I sing When I sing sing sing ah ah ah While the Vena Cava, the most superior The Queen is bringing blood into the chamber Always into your chamber