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Abelard and Heloise
04:33
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Abelard and Heloise
Dear Philintus your heart may be broken
By love’s inequities administered in bit-part tokens
But you have truly never known woe
Until you’ve looked into my soul
I was the greatest in all matters of philosophy
Logic and debate were my special competencies
But one sighting of her Grecian form
Turned the workings of my genius brain into worms
So go forth into the abyss
Where love licks the ego
Into the most peculiar of fits
Love was my inspiring Apollo
And though the lyre strums hollow
I would have always have followed
The road
If I did not oblige the foe to yield
Yet did I never basely quit the field
Beloved Abelard I speak through the veil
Its flimsy premise couldn’t keep my spirit in chains
I lie every time I kneel down to pray
Yes I’ll caress those hidden sutures
Again and again
Oh but to have been your mistress
Would have made me yours the more
Than the wife who just sits
But rarely visits
Your mind would have focused in time
Free from restrictions and duty
Our lives would meld in secret beauty
The divine
Oh my loved lord our fatal marriage draws
On thee this doom and I the guilty cause
If thoust goest the extremes of fate to prove
I’ll share that fate and expiate thus my love
Is the abyss
It licks and tricks the ego
Into something that has forgotten wit
Twas my inspiring Apollo
And though this lyre strums hollow
Still I would always have followed
That road
So go forth
Into the abyss
Where love licks the ego
Into the most foolish of fits
But your mind would have focused in time
Free from restrictions and duty
Our minds would meld in secret beauty
The divine
If I did not oblige the foe to yield
Yet did I never basely quit the field
Love is the abyss, love is the abyss
Oh my loved lord our fatal marriage draws
On thee this doom and I the guilty cause
Love is the abyss
Love, love, love
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Holden and Jane Holding Hands
I like the way you cut your hair
Then worry should you cut it soon again
I like the way you think you know nothing
But have more wisdom than all the squints
I like the way you speak so plainly
It spills out naively but never meanly
I like your childlike questions, your wonder
Something the rest of us have forgotten
I wanna hold your hand
Like Holden Caulfield and Jane Gallagher
But I’m too damn scared
So I put on my playact
When all I wanna do is
Join you in the aisles and dance out onto the streets
And not care that people are staring
Let’s just have it as you and me
I like the way there’s no propaganda
What you see is what you get
A little rough around the edges
But finely cut diamonds are so boring
I like the way you don’t expect me to rhyme or even be em.. punctual
I like the way you think I’m not crazy
I like the country way you call me baby.
Bridge & Chorus
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3. |
El Niño
03:44
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El Niño
You cannot withstand my weather
A system that reads off
The map into the centre of the earth
It can caress or it could dismember
Depending on dangerous
Variables invisible since birth
It’s neither here nor is it thither
Who’s telling what or how it could be?
Right or left, fast or slow
East is West, calm or blow
But she won’t call (no she won’t)
She won’t call (no she won’t)
She won’t call (no she won’t)
She won’t call you on the phone
...until tomorrow
Try as you might to follow the wind vane
Until it disappears altogether
Into some happence parallel
Universe doorframe that goes
Right, left, fast, slow
Stop the car, now let’s go
Right, left, fast, slow
Shake me up to calm me down
He won’t fall (No he won’t)
He won’t fall (No he won’t)
He won’t fall (No he won’t)
He won’t fall in love with you
And she won’t call him on the phone
She won’t call him on the phone
He won’t fall in love with you
He won’t fall
Sun is shining, there are no more clouds
I can see, can you come back to me?
This time it’s different, this time it’s the same
Can you come back to me, oh I can see
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Terminal
02:54
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Terminal
Walking round the terminal
Past the hum of paranoia and joy
Paned dome overhead, nothing but grey
Waiting for the arrival
That never came
Corridor is closed
And I remain the same
No one to take on my load
Will I be forever known
As one of those
My family’s waiting
But I can’t see their faces
Their features are now boxed out spaces
But even so I know my sister is
Laughing at me
Her index fingers cut off
But still I taste defeat
For in me there is love
Waiting for the arrival
That never comes
Will I be forever
One of those
That no one ever
Talks about
I don’t hear the dense noise
I only feel it
In the terminal where I wait and wait
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Shadow Sister
04:11
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Shadow Sister
Where are those sunny days?
They seem so far away
Like a question mark in my brain
Tracking through the domain
The shapes are never clear
Constantly shifting with fear
Like tigers marking the deer
I try to steady my steer
Where are those heady days?
They seem so far away
Like a question mark in my brain
Tracking through the domain
Well I will retire to my room
And wait for the shadows to bloom
Stay here in this cave
Until I can be saved
I never knew
You had such lies inside of you
I never knew
I never knew you
Where are those sunny days?
They seem so far away
Like a question mark in my brain
Tracking through the domain
The shapes are never clear
Constantly shifting with fear
Like tigers marking the deer
I try to steady my steer
Where is the solidarity
Changed to a ‘marry me’
To the next horseman you see
Your corset tied up with dreams
Well I will retire to my room
And wait for the shadows to bloom
Stay here in this cave
Until I can be saved
I never knew
You had such lies inside of you
I never knew
I never knew you
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Aphrodite Lion Dublin, Ireland
Aphrodite Lion are Anne Graham & Mike Tinsley making dirty, witty, spunky, crude, sinister, curious layers of music available to the world since 2011.
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