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Sibyl Vane
04:05
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With grace she glides like silk red wine across the stage
A saut de chat, but then the shatter of glass
All lights downcast in shame away from where she’s spilt
Her love was true to me, not to herself
Why are we here now?
And what are we to do?
How are we just watching
With the Genovese syndrome?
The pulling and plucking, of heartstrings restrained
We have our confessions
In the art that we paint
Mine is this song, mine is this song
She was my candlelight, as all the world’s a stage
The proscenium, she makes her exeunt
The martyr sinks herself in the clasping curtain waves
Deep cerulean; at least let me keep the tears
Why are we here now?
And what are we to do?
How are we just watching
With the Genovese syndrome?
The pulling and plucking, of heartstrings restrained
We have our confessions
In the art that we frame
Mine is this song
Why are we here now?
And what are we to do?
How are we just watching
With the Genovese syndrome?
The pulling and plucking, of heartstrings restrained
We have our confessions
In the art that we frame
Mine is the girl, mine is the girl
Her love was true to me, not to herself
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Rara Avis
04:35
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Fiery… that’s what you are to me
So ornery… you're a rara avis
Little weed, you'll grow up to be much more
A redwood tree... a rara avis
Unmalleable flutter as harsh as thunder mallets the wind
Gliding the thermals, no longer a cutthroat's mannequin
Down the waves, racing against the current's breeze
A dying species' fall is casting down its shadow from above
Recognize... you're no leaf in a forest of woe
You're the canopy... the rara avis
Legato motions of broken wings pounds dissonance
Inspiring the pulse, conspiring guns enticed in resonance
Chandeliers, every bulb's a radar to
A dying species' fall that's dropping down its shadow from above
How did you fly so high?
How did you scrape the sky?
As we're counting the moons go, you bleed your feathers on every pyramid design
Sweeping at sonic speed
Landscapes become a blur
Navigations done completely without a compass or a map
Beyond the stratosphere
Horizons are turning round
A bird's eye view of assassins below from an altitude abound
And in your swan song hymn
You keep reminding us
You're a rara avis
A rara avis…
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Drops of Perfume
04:18
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My first depression of you…
Your smoky eyes had shot through my darkroom
My clinical impression of you…
A smoking gun, red flags, shot through your perfume
Your lips ache paperweight
“Read ‘em and weep,” you said
“Between the lines and veins”
So cool, so cruel, and wicked
Boys' bones cremate to your
Last kiss of cigarettes, but I’m the ashtray
You stride a tapeworm dance
And drain this heavy heart of its Cabernet
Your lips break paperweight
“Read ‘em and weep,” you said
“Between the lines and veins”
So cool, so cruel, you went
She was awfully so cruel, as she was so beautiful
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4. |
The Sky is Falling
03:58
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Violently, the sky is falling
Crashing down on us
Swift and quick it cuts us off
Silencing all our wars
Sternly… herding us like dinosaurs
Toxically... warmly smiles with radiation
Mothers gossip with negotiation
Umbrellas crunch to the downpour
Static runs the TV stations
And everyone’s so bored
Violently, the sky is falling
Crashing down on us
The kettle hits a boiling point
Drowning out the noise
Quietly… still kingdoms cease to be
Obliviously… fishbowls in the sea
And as we rationalize, we eulogize
Of pillars that held our sky
And as we close our eyes, run outside
From tethers that held our lives
And we are drowning… drowning in laughter
We are drowning… drowning in laughter
There is a hole in the heart, that leaks the whole of the heart
Though thicker than water, it's just a few drops of blood
There is a hole in the heart, that leaks the whole of the heart
Though thicker than water, it's just a few drops of blood
Just a few drops of blood... in our splashing of water
Just a few drops of blood... in our laughter of water
Just a few drops of blood... in our planet of water
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