(Field recording from prague subway station)
Il tuo voto:
Going on their lands for sale to stake my claim
burn my name in the soil
out past the borders beyond the hill
through seasons of nothing
safe for the self-destructive world
memories get altered
no point of reference to hold
and it feels like someone is watching
asi tear into the skin of innoncence
and decadence for awhile
so we settled in and half the veins where blood runs pure
troubled the cure for a short while
out in the dust they suffocate the sprawl and greed
bent on breed and stare
and children stare
stare through shiny little boxes
over landscape that is quickly foiled
Il tuo voto:
She swings on the front porch
and sweeps her days into an empty sky
of a dream drowned in the rain
out where the land is as flat as the sea
there's a train pulling out west
and a box of money stashed under the bed

up through the pines
and down into the city of light
where the world spins on a string
the weave of lovers weave meet their fate
down by the sea falls in love with the sailor who keeps the light house

storm comes in, smashes the shore
the sailor's duty comes calling
begging and pleading as she falls to the floor
she's left waiting

she waits at the front
her husband come wrapped around her
where she fell the stoop in the night

(...) all alone for months at a time
Il tuo voto:
light shines through darker days
eyes close and lose their way
slip away the night
while the whole town's asleep
caught between the space
where you wanted to be
death acts and life reacts
spent time turning looking back
clues along the track
leave the following kind
the ground that seems to be new
winding up the same every time
Il tuo voto:
The windjammer is speeding up
Il tuo voto:
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