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• Artiste: Azimuth Split
• Titre: Samhradh
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Today's the first day of the apples I'm letting it all slip away In the end, nothing much else can happen On apple day The years, I've found, have passed without pain And settled into the backdrop Like last spring's rain And screams from the hilltop Today's the first day of the apples I'm lying far from the orchard Stupid white men, it always rankles From the mouths of babes, its so hard You wanna know why i'm acting dead in the water? Answer me that and you'll drown my questions Stone cold paving that feels so much better On the tops of mountains without any suggestions Plan it out On an O.S. map, its a suicide trap, yeah Go through The gap of the North-West, its a suicide quest, yeah Today's the last day of the apples In the west lie crimson flames Summers over and nothing left matters Just dying whispers of self-same names I cannot wait to run through the basket Of steaming rock and viridian ways Ride the ocean, smile at what makes you forget The memories of old, unimportant ways