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• Artiste: The Weather Station
• Titre: Mirror
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What this dirty old thing? Can't you see that it’s broken? It won't hold anything You said in your anger and pain Impatiently waving towards everything All the memories and stories, the gifts that you got Ragged and ancient, smelling of rot Well I can't say I blame you, what else can I do? A bad education got a hold of you The story was thick and you fell right through You know, it happened to me before it happened to you Oh, but put up your aerials, your lips or your skin No matter how jangled, signals come in And all light passes over everything You were touched by as much of it as anything I don’t make the rules, I just watch them unfurl Like smoke always rising from the fires of the world You were dousing your fields in a chemical rain You were cutting my arm to transcend your own pain Oh, but God is a mirror, everything is Come a little nearer, everything slips Silver unknown from the lens of your eye As if into a pool, back up again to rise And come back at you, doubled in size Something so of you, you can't recognize The dreams and nightmares you tried to pry With harsh tools and levers straight out of the sky God is a mirror, everything is I don't know why it's just the way that it is But all light passes, it falls straight down You don't know you receive it like the grass on the ground