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• Artiste: Foreign Elfest
• Titre: Cheekbone Pillow
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Have prosperous thoughts been dehydrated? Dry as soft smoke tumbling on your lips You cannot hold on to love or hate Once you've been evaporated Once you have evaporated And no four feet stay in one place In cold March, we walked thirty blocks Sam, me, you, and Rob through a park Onto a dock, and back again The dark water found me Curiously in a state of study Noting all of our individual reveries I guess my thoughts were in blankets Careless of my two feet still moving But, then with quiet Fresh adolescent dictation My lips slammed on a low branch There's proof that external direction Is a greater protection Than analytical narcissism Of the gears that forge all of my wishing But back again to unappreciative and stupid We are weak as humans Now I can add, and sing a song My lips can sip, and I can love But there comes the time When that's not nearly close to enough I see my girl has been torn by thorns Far past my stronger reach My stuttered comfort is not worth much When my gaze on her is an unwanted breach What could fill what she needs? All I ask is to be one with gods Not to drown in wine or take water walks I need more things that my palms can move Limited as my bones are now I know not what to do I know not what to do And it pains my will to be out of use You noticed and brought My eardrum so close to you \"Sweetie, let's sit down get some ground Just talk, lie around Set your hands on carpet Move 'em around until you feel it Place your hands on my cheeks Keep them there as long as you need Keep that head out of the dirt or clouds They lack the air you need to breathe” What could fill what I need? Her fragile hummingbird vocal Spread like fire To a short-term phoenix confidence Soothing as a ceiling fan Or a mechanical bird Breaking through atmospheres Security is the scent of an airplane pillow Behind all rising heads If all falls, well then I will fall But oh If I don't My destination is known. You say we're all our own idols So hold these gods' control And transfuse me that hope That tomorrow my woes Will turn out all quid pro quo (Thanks to Kate for these lyrics)