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• Artiste: Firewater
• Titre: The Circus
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[the girl:] I remember a jet slowly scraping Low and heavy across a sky of slate I remember the angle of your elbow As it doubled back In the crack of fists across a face I remember the suck of boots in mud Guttural, sexual, in those clandestine woods [the killer:] Down at the river's edge Below the concrete bed The smell of lilac in your hair Where the stinging nettles grow The the lonely rushes blow I left you in a culvert there Ashes to ashes and dust to dust Buildings and dreams dissolve into rust Now all the flowers are turning brown Cause the circus is coming to town Cause the circus is coming to town [the girl:] I remember dying to cry out But throat-stuck with briars and stones As your ruddy lips grew much ruddier [the killer:] Step you lightly now We must keep our voices down The dogs of remorse Follow close on the wind Take your face off, don't be shy They can't hunt you with their eyes But surely they know the scent of sin Ashes to ashes and dust to dust Buildings and dreams dissolve into rust Now all the flowers are turning brown Cause the circus is coming to town Cause the circus is coming to town [the girl:] I remember falling, falling back Into that tangled bed: a mesh of twigs Deflowered like a virgin bride In the ground swell of spring Underneath that deciduous canopy Propped up with jagged scaffolding Is that a train or thunder coming? Is that a train or thunder?