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Fume La Pipe
02:23
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Creuser les trous
Bêche un ligne
Sautiller des pierres
Fume la pipe
Enleve la peau
Écorche les os
Hanter les rues
Tuer vos l'âme
Filer la laine
Lueur de nuit
Fume la pipe
Bêche un ligne
Filer la laine
Lueur de nuit
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There she was breathing small trout, ophelia opens her eyes
on a bouquet of embryos she floats loose like a gown
her nostrils flicker in ripple water in just a few moments she'll become translucent and pale.
where terrapins come to rest on flooded breasts of coral she smiles like a ghost.
How long has she been down there? if she hadn't laughed when I dropped my smoke I would have thought she had drowned...
she breathes small trout, when she opens her mouth
to say...
I
Love you
I
Love you, too
......................
Elle est là noyé et respire de petite truites
Ophelia s'ouvre ses yeux
Sur un bouquet d'embryons elle flotte s'onduler comme une robe lâche
Ses narines ciller dans l'eau qui tremble
Dans un moment elle deviendra blême comme une méduse
Les terrapins vien se reposer sur les seins inondés de corail
Elle me se moquer et sourires comme une fantôme
Et depuis combien de temps est-elle là-bas?
Si elle n'avait pas ri quand j'ai laissé tomber ma cigarette J'aurais pensé qu'elle s'était noyée.
Elle se respire de petite truites
Quand elle ouvre les lèvres
Et dis
Je t'aime
Et dis
Je t'aime, aussi...
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Jezebel is dancin' on the head of a king
Nebuchadnezzar is laughin' at the bottom of a drink
and so Jezebel the little harlot queen dances on the river Euphrates
and nymphs the men into poets the kings into queens, the nuns into harlots, and priests into thieves and the philistines are dancin' with Jezebel the nun, in the hangin' gardens of Babylon...
David he is dreaming of the visions on the teeth of the head of a lion he has fallen asleep, & the river it is dried up and the soldiers marching on
to the fall of babylon.
and so Jezebel with her poets, thieves and her queen marches on with her harlots to the head of the king, Darius who's falling from his throne to her feet & offers to her his ring.
she takes me into his chambers and kisses me
I will run after thee! in praise to her, singing this song
in the hangin' gardens of Babylon!
your love is better than wine..
that i will remember, your love is surely better
your love is much better than wine!
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I die every evening, but I'm born under the sun
I have nothing but thinking
it is, therefore I am
sleeping through reality, these dreams they are my fate
all i have is spirituality I only think I know I'm awake!
my thoughts they give me confidence that the world is so very green
that my feet are touching pavement and that my body really bleeds...
the turmoil of emotion is the inner light of my dreams
the feeling of lifes erosion when I'm awake hurts so much I'd rather sleep.
if we could sleep together
you would exist in my dreams
the way you would touch my skin would always make us weak.
we could lose ourselves in the modern thought of finding satisfaction at the bottom of a drink.
we could rob ourselves of any real feeling or inner yearnings of our being
we could travel through the dark and everything that would have yet to be seen.
but if you were my light
and i were a thousand miles away
your strength would slowly decrease until the break of day
because, I die every evening but I'm born under the sun
I have nothing but thinking
it is therefore I am the
Sun Initiation of the druid priest!
the Sun initiation of the druid priest....
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6. |
It walks like Love
02:58
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Opie
02:15
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Prophet, Poet & Priest
03:57
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He was a prophet, poet & a priest
a lover, sinner and a thief
he stole my fortune
but gave unto me
all of the glory found in disbelief...
he was a prophet poet and a priest
he was our father, father, father, father, brother
he was our father father father father brother yes he was
join the foundation and you will be free
join the foundation and you will see
join the foundation and you will be freed
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Gloomy
01:56
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Avó Velha
04:21
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Avó velha Maria-José,
mãe Fatima, mami Odet
pai Nika, papi Artur
tata Isabelle, tonton Fernande
tia velha tia Adelaide,
tia velha tia Fernanda
avô velho avô Joe!
Primo:
Astrid, Florian, Paula, João, Melanie, Alexandre.
Familia!
perto de você no meu coração
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Ellis
03:16
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One day we were walking through the park, when
Like a balloon she started to float
her feet stepped off the ground. i said "girl! please come down..."
the way she floats now, she's lighter than air.
the laws of physics, they just don't care.
she's higher than the Tour Eiffel...
and Now we go for walks
she's like my kite, I'm like her Dog.
Once in a while she'll ask me to tie her to a tree,
tethered for the world to see
my sweet girl,
Ellis D
my sweet girl
Ellis D...
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13. |
é qué tal? (bonus track)
02:59
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Brother 12 Vancouver, British Columbia
I'm Your Kind, I'm Your Kind, I'm Your Brother
Vancouver, BC
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