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• Artiste: Deloris
• Titre: Local Antarctica
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Shifting sheets of butterscotch sky Became the night We looked down on ocean lights That sat like a lacquer on the tide Of chandelier Sunk down in the waters round our town Lay down in Oliver's Hill Above the boat lined roads Rung with playing cards in spokes We lit the grass and heard tales of letterbox thieves Revenge writ in paperbark trees We held like statues we hoped like kids Of all the sweet things that we saw we did Winding little lights round the backs of our heads For following the driveway grass Under stars of pale cold tin One century passed To leave only clues and hints of local Antarctica Whole complete secret flowing inches from our feet You'd tap the glass surface Of the lake with your shoes I know cause I sat and did it too And though we said our promise was to leave We never shared if we might even want the other there. We talked like actors we spoke like kings About the cheap things that we thought we did Never letting on that the ringing for the end Was in the doorbells of our friends.