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• Artiste: Matthew E. White
• Titre: Fell Like An Ax
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Long spears of silence, public space, electric light (?) on the coast of Alabama, ocean of leather, violent night The sea was the color of lead, and the sky the color of smoke And the circles of the moon keep vibrating, keeps vibrating Moon sliced like a lime, a smooth green disc Black sunset burned in your eyes a saline mist Cool stars the color of ice, dark water, never darker than this And the gentle coast keeps vibrating, keeps vibrating When love leaned on us, it fеll like an ax Two horses racing each othеr in a fist of fog There was blood on this beach and in the mood that wove itself between us all We grip the night like prophets honey, one might call it holding on The unholy ghosts keep vibrating, keep vibrating And when the slow wind is strumming our bodies like a cheap guitar When the freshly woken daylight meets the gentle wavelength of the human pause Under these muted seagulls and the soft hands of the sun Man, the silence, it will crush you like the lowest vibration When love leaned on us, it fell like an ax Are we ever qualified baby Tell me if I’m qualified baby please Am I ever qualified? Are we ever qualified baby please When love leaned on us, it fell like an ax