The Archivist Songtext
An oasis of blonde limbs and nutcracker patronage, of brawn bound dutifully upwards;
We mingle an hour with cumulus then skin ourselves with laughter at the water′s edge;
A green escapade brought soundlessly to life by willow, birch and succulent nettle
Forgetting myself afloat I turn my body over to the place where water meets sky;
Torn between 10'000 mothers the ancient fear takes hold...
Pudding soft hash and a cardboard cup of rose separate me from the endeavours of evеning
Where my grasp of you must wear an attirе of false muscle
A wild dog preens itself on a gloriously forgettable street corner;
Plastic cards caress, fluid changes
Hands and the power of white little powders compels me to sit, stay, fumble and apologise
I come undone with an Israelite on my tongue, let all doubt march deftly sideways
I am at one with my failures for a flicker and then, I am gone
We mingle an hour with cumulus then skin ourselves with laughter at the water′s edge;
A green escapade brought soundlessly to life by willow, birch and succulent nettle
Forgetting myself afloat I turn my body over to the place where water meets sky;
Torn between 10'000 mothers the ancient fear takes hold...
Pudding soft hash and a cardboard cup of rose separate me from the endeavours of evеning
Where my grasp of you must wear an attirе of false muscle
A wild dog preens itself on a gloriously forgettable street corner;
Plastic cards caress, fluid changes
Hands and the power of white little powders compels me to sit, stay, fumble and apologise
I come undone with an Israelite on my tongue, let all doubt march deftly sideways
I am at one with my failures for a flicker and then, I am gone
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