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• Artiste: Pure Reason Revolution
• Titre: Trembling Willows
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The souls of old at the foot of the sycamore Are you still alone in the trembling willows? Songs of love & inflamed lips peristyle Sold Antaeus/darts! There's Holes above & under foot/pass the universe Spill the stones on the dissembled killers Wrongs from love & a tame kiss terror-smile Bold Antaeus darts! To the floor/creeping whore/radiant pores/feigned delights/his words entrance & madmen kiss the ground Full of grace & fear but then your mind it never turned me on/Honest eyes entrapped in waste/no your mind it never spurred me on Tamed to the floor/by the weakened clones/maldoror/change in the light/vague new schemes a true disgrace arises Lights were on the table leading upward to the scars The sky unveiled the circles & radiant faces in the stars Move away divinity; she kissed away the smiles & the various incarnations of the Asiatic sky/ sail... Please carry away this severed head! You can't find an illness for this? Everlasting gaze This dim penumbra on me Search the world; I've lost my way It flows through my prolific veins Pour out the golden sands & soil The floods of silver & life's dark ways Confused/distort the vague breath sways The wandering spheres/the coral caves But none exist/I've found the eyes/a lover? Father save their lost/and the... The souls of old at the foot of the sycamore Are you still alone in the trembling willows? Songs of love & inflamed lips peristyle Sold Antaeus/darts! There's Holes above & under foot/pass the universe Spill the stones on the dissembled killers Wrongs from love & a tame kiss terror-smile Bold Antaeus darts! We filled the world they fled Now console the ghosts that glimpse at tomorrow We killed the world they fled Now console the ghosts that glimpse at tomorrow Breathe the rhymes for me... Give them power/upheaval/sinking fists & their ancient designs Build them towers/primeval/stinking mist & the shadow divine Rats are running rife beneath the evil sky Scent the stars alight Beneath them ease their minds Rats are running rife... Warm high/dogs hide/warm shine/mauled eyes