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• Artiste: Classic Tribe
• Titre: Soft Step
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mesophilia; stretching ones arms out vagabonds facing a recursive day gathered round fires plotting through the night we flee the dictions of time and space Into an ever expanding plane a desert, a burning flame Hodgepodge of wood and gas and lying Chalking up chances at apparition Balking at trinities and dualist signs I am:ma I singular swinging flux singular lulling mum Hurry boys I thought I swore we cached our caught and sullen glimpses hopping on the wisp of a mirage The faint beat of mystic fodder rising from the sand gypsy band of brothers incoherent mess Wind harsh night toes freezing cant sleep shed my tomb of this broken body birthed from tattered womb Into a ground and solid state buried beneath the weight of dunes and scorching yellow shine At last I'll free this massive thing and soft step into being the tiny spaces in between dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot singular swinging flux singular lulling mum Now I'm between cup and water between cheek and tear every grain I fondle beneath the veneer of all our misconceptions and civilized careers a desert whispered something we chose not to hear