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• Artiste: Joel Baker
• Titre: Magic 8 Ball
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Christmas Eve, blistered feet Weight on my hard shoulders Walking on the side of a foreign motorway Greeted with signs saying "closed again" Thinking, if he knows my pain, where’d He go? It takes time to repair the toes of feet Walked in faith too small for too long Low battery mode, torch light glows, on roadkill As I lemon squeeze the blurry dreams I’m owed still And in my negotiations with life I always add on extra for virtues like oat milk I’m alone still, rattling at the grief and a locked gate Thunder crashes like a dropped plate Hands bеcome ghosts in front of my blotched face, it must havе got late So, I stop straight and realise I can’t go the back the way that I came And my oat cracker crumbs disappeared in the wind And everything I know is gone And my childish sobs become holy songs Caught inside a choir of tears, as the electric storm’s fire appears Falling on high from light years away I hideaway but still he sees me Still, he sees me and greets me into great halls with marble floors As I’m wading in mirrors of rainfall And shaking God like a magic 8 ball, yeah Only to find he was never in there at all Heaven resides in the last place I’d look The last place I’d deem worthy The last place I’d ever love The temple is torn, the captive is free I find refuge in he who finds home in me Something in the starry black Arrests me like cardiac The flood ruined the wallpaper But underneath were artefacts, all along Guess I must’ve fallen wrong I’m everything I love and fear, all in one What should I focus on When everything I know is gone? Drowning in the Icelandic Your clone, except I’m right-handed I still remember when dad told me The meteor in the sky landed I never got to say goodbye A by-product of by standing I just hope you find family I just hope your flight landed