1. |
azurite
02:32
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2. |
fountain of nothing
03:46
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there he goes falling
In the fountain
of nothing
there he goes falling
In the fountain of nothings
there he found him x2
there he’s falling
there go
the sweet nothings
nothing else
in the fountain of nothing
there he fell
and there you shall find him
precious finding
precious sighting
precious
precious findings
rising
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3. |
paragraphs
04:03
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paraphrasing
paragraphs
of you
in brackets
oh love spills buckets
but, your eyes never chuckle
at the very sight of Meduse
lettin’ buckles loose
never wanting to lose
the very sight
and track of you
and aiming to do
what
other
people
do
and then one day
you
become
one
of them
you’re one of them
one of them
I am one of them x2
I am one to them
I am on to them
I am none to them
and you’re one of them
I am sick of them
fond of them
one of them
your missing ends
are in the paragraphs
you never end
you never read
I built a frame around you
but the frame is still around
your missing ends
are in the paragraphs
I built a frame around of them
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4. |
cendres
01:12
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5. |
scenes within scenes
03:13
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scenes within scenes x2
when fitness centers
look like museums
a fruitful tree burning
Theodora
Theodora is in for a war
an offshore war
a first class war
and your its lead core
it’s been waiting on your
front door
but what you in for
what you in for
are you sent for
lakeshores
ashore
or centaurs
phosphor
matadors
no normcore
or sent for
drugstores
fire doors
liquor stores
I’m in my oriental womb
but I’d like to opt for the outdoors
call for glamour
tidal bores
eager eagle in its womb
scenes within scenes
within hiding places
within other scenes offshore
this fountain is yours
but it hasn’t always been
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7. |
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you’re my herpes
Hercules
you could be my
Acropolis
you´re the perkiest
bird
flying
over Anatolia
my love lives in
utopia
but his Persian rug
don’t fly no more
instead he’s
swimming in Atlantis
his eyes
got used to the
darkness
but instead of finding peace
he got entangled
by the many faces
of the serpent
may the gods
be gracious
for he lost his way
and now
he’s circling
in the circus
of the mad
and the absurd
but isn’t
a bit of hurting
enriching for the growth of his soul?
now we‘re back to the start
only worse
it's just
dust
no love found
no love lost
no trust
you have my word
back to the start
there’s no room for softness
no hope for the unloved
and no matter what you say
the silent spheres
won’t go away
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8. |
phosphène
02:52
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