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The Weather Vane
02:43
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My fallen face
awaits the best.
I bring disgrace
and beat my chest.
I’ve placed
my faith
in recklessness
and got the eighth
of a promise.
I bear the bane
of changing winds,
as the weather vane
just cries and grins.
And how insane
are the unseen
and trivial pains
we keep concealed.
Make a song and dance
– we’ll figure out your stance.
Spin and swirl
across the room
and I’ll unfurl
the flag of doom.
The mud they hurl
will stain and boom,
and I’ll just curl
up and die
and just assume,
as flames rise high,
we were consumed.
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2. |
We Shall Writhe In Pain
03:34
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A sudden flick
and we distract
our sore and sick
selves from impacts.
We twist and rick
our necks and act
as if the crick
was but abstract.
And we writhe in pain,
and we writhe in pain,
and we writhe in pain,
and we writhe in pain.
A circle of oppression
that’s made of gold
beats into submission
– we were both cast in the same mould.
And as our chests
are cracking open,
the rats infest
the lion’s den.
We’ll try and rest
amongst the men
like threatening pests,
but until then
we shall writhe in pain,
we shall writhe in pain,
we shall writhe in pain,
we shall writhe in pain.
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3. |
Resilience
04:07
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I have shut some doors
and smashed some more,
but I can't seem
to shout or scream
through yours.
I have crawled some floors
and licked some more,
but I can't seem
to snort what's been
on yours.
I have won some fights
and lost my might,
but there's no skin
more disarming
than yours.
I have followed lights
and lost my sight,
but my eyes sing
with the blinking
of yours.
It's been done before
and done some more,
but I know now
that my hand's sown
to yours.
What's it all for?
Will we be sore
when the end starts
and my heart parts
from yours?
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Trepidation
03:10
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A sign of the times
and I cover my ears and my eyes.
A passion without crimes,
without guilt though the court still tries.
My spine pumps the grime
from a stainless steel year in disguise.
Trepidation in its prime,
but the hilt cannot thwart a reprise.
What was that for?
Doors we slammed and rainy shores
- time to implore,
time to abhor.
One, two, three, four
- here I am, at your door,
asking for more,
asking for more.
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Magnanimity
03:37
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An army of slaves,
they dig their own graves,
and waves after waves,
they shall fall.
She said she would save,
she said she would pave
a path made of staves
as they bawl.
And he's
oh so vile
as they drop to their knees
in denial
and they still pray
on the first day
of the month of may.
He reeves all their chains
through holes in their pains:
a screw and a thane
for his dolls.
She called them her swains.
For miles and through rain,
she goes with them twain
through the palls.
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6. |
Backseat
03:25
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Love in the backseat is a short-term comfort for us all,
with a stranger whose first name you'll have forgotten by tomorrow or
even by the end of the day, there's no space for such memory,
even by the end of the day.
Love in the front seat is an offence to the eyes of the people that are passing by,
with a stranger whose last name you don't know and don't want to know it, anyway not
even by the end of the day, there's no space for such memory,
even by the end of the day.
Love, in the first place, should be a long-term comfort for us all,
a cocoon made of warmth and light that you don't ever want to leave, no matter what is waiting for you outside,
even by the end of your time, you'll replay all those memories you were
thinking had no place in your mind.
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