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• Artiste: Foreign Elfest
• Titre: Of Prematur'
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Inevitability is blowing on my neck The titles of the book-shelved walls Rearrange to spell out what is already known Your door keeps creeping closer Whispering, \"You must enjoy this warmth\" Because you can always say it's warm in winter But it's still cold Soon, I'll dial numbers in my brain And be sent on wired cement streets Ring, ring! I'm home at the place I'm staying Waiting to be sent somewhere else Independent, seventeen-year-old fool Your tongue has got a new job Unemployed by the food But you got your girl, and she loves you so But that's not gonna pay For your car's smashed window Out in the living room, she reads a book Called A Brave New World You're in here, playing guitar Not going to school anymore Shh! Not so loud But Nebraska harbors you now And all the things you do To concoct nights of joy Swimmin' in bathtubs, makin' beds at morn But every action Has an equal and an opposite reaction The reaction: I find it quite depressing How these dark things interest me Everything I do is justified Through a hedonist point of view Now the rocking of this infant Or the waves of passionate sex Brings the same motion to this bed You child, how I long to be a child Run to tall ones! What gives one scope to label mistakes? One's bravery is another's green stupidity There are kids in working class And kids going to college Both with poorer souls than men With less than zero dollars Makin' promises to themselves That they're doin' the right thing Whether or not they're being Loyal to their hearts, or cheating Or lying to every love including themselves Has truth become just What you can convince yourself of? It's oh so lovely living modern times I mean, we've grown We're no longer simple beings, right? Mankind is a preteen And it loves its new discoveries Such possibilities for This new broadening body of man and woman We've accepted, amended And claim to understand That progress is the fad Dressed to model achievement But there's such divergence Between the numbers of readers and novelists As puberty strikes new history, we're curious And like teenage boys We fuck everything we can Through phases and rephrases Of passions, yearnings, and haircuts In months or years, you'll have reshaped Half the lines that define you now Earth is a stretched out human being Lifetimes mimic her centuries So revert what you can 'Cause boys are better off than men Let guitars revert to trees And fingers forget all calluses We want a womb, it's all we do So cuddle and kiss, like little infants Then stop and never move, touch nothing Leave off the sheets, and vanish from reality Or stay swimmin' in bathtubs Making rooms spin Taking clothes off, kissing nipples Whispering, \"I love yous\" Reading thick books in eight hours Watching her doubt if she can love In parks, she puts flowers in your hair Hold her hair back! She vomits Now she's conscious, go smoke cigars And take pictures of who we are Then lose our minds, and flee in cars In the warm rain, we sit outside and speak \"I love you Hun, I'm so sorry!\" Go home for the weekend Your mother is upstairs And like all addicts do in times of despair Pen the carbon copy cause and cure At The End of Prematur' (Thanks to Kate for these lyrics)