1. |
Sorry for my Spanish
04:18
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We cried and you caved
And now you want restitution
Your mirror is crumbling down
You’ll turn us in
For fear of failing
We will turn to
Our frail white lies
The red plague rid you
For learning me your sycophancy
The spineless pride of your chains
Your memories
will breed deception
We will broaden
Your noble scars
S'excuser pour l'excellence
S'excuser pour l'excellence
S'excuser pour l’excellence
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2. |
Mahler's dead children
04:38
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We waited long for the words
But your throat was filled with splinters
You thought your temple of scraps
Could cramp us all in your service
But we heed no giants
See these eyes yawning
We’ll gulp down the blather of any dwarf now
Hear these hands whimper
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3. |
White eyes
05:08
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I met a girl in a train
She tried to prove to me that she was dead
She wanted me to close her eyes
But that is something I(‘d) never do
She was staring at me
She was staring at me
Her white eyes staring at me
She was staring at me
I tried not to think looking through the window
But then she grabbed my right hand
Started caressing my neck
Her fingers slipped ‘round my lips
I felt cold in my bones
When I tried to get up and leave the place
Her white eyes staring at me
She was staring at me
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4. |
June is almost gone
04:32
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June is almost gone
And I'm still waiting for you to come and say
"Hello, I'm sorry for being late
Let us start right now"
I know the world won’t stop
Just because you don’t want to bleed for me
But I’m getting tired
Just want to finish soon and sleep
June is almost gone, and I'm still waiting for you to come
June is almost gone, and I'm still waiting for you to come
June is almost gone, June is almost gone
June is almost gone, and I'm still waiting, I’m still waiting
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5. |
Kyobashi
05:23
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20 laps
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6. |
A man against insanity
04:18
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How long is now?
How far is there?
How cold is now?
How mad is there?
How long is now?
Let me in
I came crawling towards him, on my belly
He too was pale, wonderfully pale and thin
It was a glorious bright day, I remember, I had no heliometer, but already the sun was sinking down into the... sinking down among the dead.
Let me in
Let me in
Let me in
Not now, he said, don't look at me, don't look at me.
He dropped his eyes and mumbled something,
apologies,
I presumed at first
What ill wind blows you my way?
What ill wind blows you my way?
He raised his face to me, black with mingled dirt and tears.
I can see him still, down on his knees,
his hands flat on the ground, glaring at me with his mad eyes,
trying to hold on, hold on to the door.
Let me in
Let me in
Let me in
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