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Castanets - “Cathedral 2 (Your Feet On The Floor Sound Like The Rain)”
Puddles have turned to lakes
And we are playing out the story
Down these steps
The river is running
All through those trees
The leaves are gathering
And singing and nesting
Goodnight
Put on some water
You put on something nice
Take off that record
Take down those lights
It’s alright
To want more than this
It’s alright
To want more
It’s alright
To want more than this
It’s alright
Castanets
Leggere Bukowski
- M.: Non si possono avere due birre in casa e non berle...sennò non leggi Bukowski.
- K.: Certo, ma lui avrebbe bevuto prima il vino...
Swans : Everything At Once
I’ll cut up my time into two seperate pieces.
In one place, I’m someone I don’t know.
In the second place I don’t remember my name.
I’ll maintain control: I’ll imitate you perfectly.
Now nothing’s there: you win.
My flesh hangs loose on my bones,
I’m old, I’m poisoned.
I feel everything at once.
Now throw me out the window.
Watch me fall.
I’ll try to remember if I’ve ever been here before.
I can’t remember.
I’ll imitate everything around me perfectly.
Time will always win.
It’s poison.
I’ve never loved you.
I was never here.
I remember what it felt like to take a deep breath, then exhale, then forget
what I had just done.
I was never here.
I’ll imitate everything around me.
Perfectly.
via heldentod.net
“And when they were all inside, round in a ring, touching each other, some one began to sing in the darkness, and some one else would make a noise like thunder with a thing they had on purpose, and on still nights people would hear the thundering noise far, far away beyond the wild land, and some of them, who thought they knew what it was, used to make a sign on their breasts when they woke up in their beds at dead of night and heard that terrible deep noise, like thunder on the mountains. And the noise and the singing would go on and on for a long time, and the people who were in a ring swayed a little to and fro; and the song was in an old, old language that nobody knows now, and the tune was queer.”
