1. |
My Face
03:20
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I know it's hard
To find a place
Where we can go
Give me your hand
I'll hide my face
We're on our own
And if I fall
I'll have to crawl
'Till concrete sleeps
Pray you don't call
To have me locked
In conquered dreams
O let the sun beat down on my face (Kashmir - Led Zeppelin)
Maybe a mirage will speak the kindest sounds in my name
Fear we never get another second to rest stretched on the highway
And if the heavens break, they'll surely spit down on my face
I hope one day
We'll find a way
To go back home
Our home will decay
And ache with age
and drearily moan
I know it's hard
To find a place
Where we can go
Give me your hand
I'll hide my face
We're on our own
O let the sun beat down on my face (Kashmir - Led Zeppelin)
Maybe a mirage will speak the kindest sounds in my name
Fear we never get another second to rest stretched on the highway
And if the heavens break, they'll surely spit down on my face
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2. |
We Fall
03:02
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We don't need anybody to
We don't have to be happy
On a good day
We fall
On a good day
Forget all of the nights that you
We don't sleep in this city 'cause
On a good day
We fall
On a good day
The streets were dark when you said that
The sun was up by the time that we
On a good day
We fall
On a good day
We don't need anybody to
We don't have to be happy
On a good day
We fall
On a good day
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3. |
Dysphoria
04:32
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I can smell your skin, my love
It’s sweet and it's pungent
I can tell you’re inside out
I greet you when I plunge in
You are moss
You're a mouse
You are due
I am root
Body dirty earth
Bosom blossom potent
Belly water burst
Bloody body broken
Let it all soak in
I’ll stay silent for hours
Torture you with absence
Make a prison of this house
Hang your tail til your last breath
This thick skin keeps me locked in
These big fists keep me rotten
These hairy wires, rusty nails,
Callus walls, leaky veins.
What do you feel when we fuck?
Does my sharp wit pin and cut?
Do you fear nip and tuck?
For you I lust, my simple cunt.
These heavy muscles on my bones
Hold me down in tight
I’m a bluebird (Bukowski) drowned inside
You feel aggressive you pessimist
this isn't what you think it is
this is a vigil
this is an imprint
a secret identity
from the time that you spent with me
two people - one room
good, evil - one root
and I'm speaking
this Manichaean
reality after all
This is my skin
This is my skin
I know what's happening
I'm inside out I admit it
I'm living inside this friction
It's hidden in my grin
I'm beginning to listen
I just wish it was fiction
But for now I don't need the sympathy
that you wish you could give
I'm gonna drown it down in this bottle of whisky
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Pierquin Oxford, UK
Pierquin is a musician from the cyberwebz making music with producers, rappers and musicians from the cyberwebz, Scotland, Oxford, South Africa and everywhere else in between.
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