An unforeseen riot
has taken our street
by surprise
as I rise
on my feet
and rot.
And it all seems so quiet,
your hair looks so neat,
but the lies
in disguise
melt like sleet,
call their shot.
We're banging stones
on our bones
until they're honed
and disowned
and we're shown
what we'd known,
until we moan.
I'm one of your feathers,
dangling and trussed
like a wreck
around your neck,
but what's the fuss?
We're still us.
Teenagers and elders
are laughing at us
for they dream
their weak gleam
had a pulse like ours.
credits
from The Keepsake,
released January 10, 2012
Written, composed, performed and recorded by Mehdi Messouci in Berlin, Germany. Mixed and mastered by Laurent Blot in Paris, France.
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