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lyrics
Rust. You’re Tied. Weed clamped wheels, waiting on
a fine. Rust. you’re rusting for eyes. A cabaret of decay. may as well
make use of time. Whiskers of paint shorn by a finger, like moving
dust to find dust. Like digging soil for cinders. Trash for a battered
picture. A woven path acts out paragraphs, a soliloquy through
trees spoken to fast, and yet a battered tractor
gives the woods a corner. Bed, far from home. A
pointed hedge pricking like a duck-feather
pillow. Bed. Rest up for the show and dream of
straight lines in the sod. Machines will never
note the throes. A coffin ship scuppered by
sea-salt. Even the breeze corrodes. A
flint-knapper taps, a stone sings its faults and it’s
cast aside never to reach the vaults. You silence your sigh. So much
depends on you.
a fine. Rust. you’re rusting for eyes. A cabaret of decay. may as well
make use of time. Whiskers of paint shorn by a finger, like moving
dust to find dust. Like digging soil for cinders. Trash for a battered
picture. A woven path acts out paragraphs, a soliloquy through
trees spoken to fast, and yet a battered tractor
gives the woods a corner. Bed, far from home. A
pointed hedge pricking like a duck-feather
pillow. Bed. Rest up for the show and dream of
straight lines in the sod. Machines will never
note the throes. A coffin ship scuppered by
sea-salt. Even the breeze corrodes. A
flint-knapper taps, a stone sings its faults and it’s
cast aside never to reach the vaults. You silence your sigh. So much
depends on you.
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from Chief,
released May 25, 2015
Written and arranged by Warrilow. Drums by Charlie Vasiliou.
Written and arranged by Warrilow. Drums by Charlie Vasiliou.
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May 2015
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