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• Artiste: Dirty Projectors
• Titre: While You're Here
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If the search has been long and futile and brutal And if you squint trying to recollect the bosom of your hoodlum love (hey baby) You reach out and into the absence and gasping The vastness grabs you like an alien embrace Your face to its face No end and neither beginning you're spinning You're breathless, orbiting a dark and hateful star An evil world Where would I ever be without you? How could I hope to seize the tablet of values and redact it? Foolish I know but I'm about to die About to die Your life must surely be ending and trembling You realize you never lived a day at all (Wait) And it's all your fault (Wow) It all seems unspeakably vile and while You wretch the memory of all you understood The vandal laughs into his hood Where would I ever be without you? How could I hope to seize the tablet of values and redact 'em? Foolish I know but I'm about to die About to die Look there the goblins dressed up like a wound Mutants all vagrant and hateful Look there the mirror a zombie stands staring Vacant and glaring pronouncing your name As you're saying About to die Where would I ever be without you? (No fucking clue) How could I hope to seize the tablet of values and redact it? Foolish I know but I'm about to die About to die About to die You're already dead But you're about to die (Damn, you got it) (All right, awesome)