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• Artiste: Chris Knox
• Titre: A Song To Welcome The Onset Of Maturity
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Somebody is crouching in a corner I've ignored Since I was knee-high to an aunt I never met There's a therapeutic pillow on the floor Beside the darker piece of wall that is continually wet And I don't know if I can see beyond the fingers of my hand That I can dangle at my will before my face And I'm not sure if I believe that there is nothing up my sleeve It isn't comfortable and happy in its place For I am empty in my emptiness surrounds me and engulfs me And I love it and its warmth and faint aroma make me smile For being empty has potential, think of all the things to fill me All the pregnant possibilities on trial So shove your gleeful mug in my direction, heal my throbbing word erection Take it in your mouth and try to smile There's a lot more where that came from and I know you're disillusioned Is a key to doors that wait expectant, mile on fucking mile So take it all -- with a belly full of salt Take it all -- 'cause it's totally your fault Cringing at a joke I told while drunk and 41 years old I wonder if there's karma after all But only for a second till I'm beckoned to a pattern Then I doodled on the floor when I was small And I don't know if I can go as far as where I used to go Without a thought for my own safety or of yours And I'm not sure that if I went there that i'd like the buried treasure That I hid beneath the crazed linoleum floor For I am fearful and my fear is all around me and engulfs me And I love it but its warmth and faint aroma make me sick For my fear is all I recognize from when I was so little My eyes were soft to every adult trick So take my shriveled psyche, stretch it out between your fingers Look through lenses made to magnify my soul There is no more where that came from and I know your disillusion Is a key to doors that all obscure that gaping fucking hole