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• Artiste: Skyclad
• Titre: You Lost My Memory
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Unstoppable force and immovable object, repel one another when by chance colliding. The Brownian-Motion within this love potion, ensures our opinions are always dividing. I am from Mars my dear; you hail from Venus. A meeting star-crossed like the Sun and the Moon. Destined to let this cruel world come between us. Our last kiss eclipsed by a shadow at noon. A rose that is built out of music by moonlight; petals stained ruby with nightingale blood. Cast down in disgust to be crushed by a cart-wheel, because of mere trivia misunderstood. We quest for a grail of illusive perfection, each hoping we'll find it some glorious day. Yet gaze with remorse at our jaded reflection, that looks like The Picture Of Dorian Gray. [Chorus:] Siamese Twins who were joined at the heart. Love's an affliction without a known remedy. Blunt-bladed fate deemed to cleave us apart; Emotional surgery pays no indemnity. Some seek release with effete anaesthesia, others adapt to the role of sworn enemy. You found nepenthe in cheap, sweet amnesia; It was far easier losing my memory. And the nightingale sang: "Sing love's lament with a thorn at your breast. Impaled by her barb; cruel and unforgiving. A million dead poets would gladly attest; heart-ache's a keepsake to remind us we're living." [Chorus:] Siamese Twins who were joined at the heart. Love's an affliction without a known remedy. Blunt-bladed fate deemed to cleave us apart; Emotional surgery pays no indemnity. Some seek release with effete anaesthesia, others adapt to the role of sworn enemy. You found nepenthe in cheap, sweet amnesia; It was far easier losing my memory.