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• Artiste: Lady Lamb the Beekeeper
• Titre: Spat Out Spit
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Now I'm sitting on the train And I am peeling an orange I look over nonchalantly at a woman She is yawning I know this is coming I am abruptly mesmerized It strikes me in this moment For the first time in my life How strange we all are Animal hearts pumping that animal animal blood Was I born wild Have I been asleep this whole damn time Dreaming up a life? Will I awake to find That I'm deep in the woods And I'm snarling on all fours? I could be cracked open Like a cartoon watermelon Then you would see the solar system Suspended in me It's the same one in you That pulses and spins We're just made of flecks of the heavens Spat out spit We are filled with the gore From long before And I'm through starting wars To make you see me a warrior Was I born wild Have I been asleep this whole damn time Dreaming up a life? Some ancient answers Have since been unearthed Still all these abandoned buildings They had to get build And who were these architects Who left their work? I left my body in the bed But my head floated through the ceiling Was I born wild Have I been asleep this whole damn time Dreaming up a life? Will I awake to find That I'm deep in the woods And I'm snarling on all fours?