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• Artiste: Parquet Courts
• Titre: Tenderness
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We’ve come to replace your clock’s old stubborn hands We are the answer to why they never had a chance It was not so long ago that the world was mostly slow The age of iron, steam and speed Turned a stroll to a stampede But we’ve come to increase time in between ticks And there is romance in the slow dances because They’re fertile in hush, futile in haste These are your nerves, this is how they taste Well I can’t count how many times I’ve been outdone by nihilism Joined the march that splits an open heart into a schism I cower at the thought of other people’s expectations And yet still hand over mine to them Travel where you are, tourism is sin These are the ruins we left behind, you can’t take pictures of them If what they say is true, then you become what you chew If it decays spit it out, affectation is a drought That you wait through when you hate everything that you do You wanna live outside the groove, then fine But it’s there like a flower blooming in your ear Open up your mouths, pollinate your peers Nothing reminds the mind of power like the cheap odor of plastic leaking fumes We crave, consume, the rush it feels fantastic But like power turns to mold, like a junkie going cold I need the fix of a little tenderness