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• Artiste: Desperate Journalist
• Titre: Black Net
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You phone inanimate homes, they're waiting there for you In your car without a driver Blank tanks are barrelling up the lawn and crashing into The screen doors as you hide there As the attic grins wide, a rustling from the flowerbed The creature stalks to find you Eyes bright, like lovers, like death, in the shadow of its head Oh the tingling inside you And against the wheeling blue sky A lovely black net And against the wheeling blue sky A lovely black net The sound of dizzying cries from schoolyards down the way Oh a paper faded pale Remember stumbling over words on guilty days Oh the hidden sweet exhale The dark omniscience of the figure in the driveway As you dive beneath the linen Swept down to cover her mouth that made you come alive Oh the secret limbs beginning And against the wheeling blue sky A lovely black net And against the wheeling blue sky A lovely black net