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• Artiste: Augie March
• Titre: Heartbeat And Sails
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Scoop my brains and let my heart have action In its thousand million lots, In the dumb city dawn I am senseless and drawn to the sun as the blackbirds and the toppyknots. And in biting down on the great foam world What is the looming thing? Not money, not flesh, not happiness, But this, which makes me sing. O scoop my brains and let my heart have action In its thousand million lots, And feel the subterranean movement a fraction and deep under ocean, the celibate rocks. Has it borne me down? Has it run me through? If I give it a name do I contract it too? More likely this thing has been growing in me, Like I have grown in you. Scoop my brains and let my heart have action In its thousand million lots, In the dumb city dawn we dispense with the forlorn beasts that we were in the night, grown lean on love. A love which will pierce and callous and tumesce, O upon the birth oath the morbid bloom Is a child's sense of impending doom in a womb that is ambushed, in a womb that is ambushed. In biting down on the great foam world, What is the looming thing? Not money, not flesh, not happiness, But this, which makes me sing. Not money, not flesh, not happiness, But this, which makes me sing