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01 Arlee
08:48
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The halt of every shaking colour
The harvest and its smell
The inertia and guilt are holding everything together
The line of smoke that starts the Big Rip
Temples
We were temples covered in holy dew and mold
There is only one soil
The roots and veins and sperm, lightnings crashing at the door
Her terrified eyes praising the one and only Son
Dissected word by word and smile by smile
The tyranny of the Bleeding Hearts!
The headless birds daydreaming with mesmerizing articulation
Oh Holy, Holy Sister
Give us a white and swarming sun, two blinded eyes
The rope around his wrist is cutting the skin
Persistent knots, the taste of rust
It s the Child's realm!
Like the grin of disdain of Christ as a child
Bring the stoned infants! The hungry bears!
Oh, is it quiet now?
Children of the plague are sweetly fantasizing
Thousands of them inside her, and I am one of them
Shadows behind curtains
Burning to erase every colour, every shape
Or choke themselves silently and fast
Holy Sister, give us a white and swarming sun
two blinded eyes
So much more painful than those easier days
Pure inertia and guilt
Carefully following down these roots
All the way down to Hell within myself
All the nightmares were a gift
I am passing through
Hide it from the world
Now!
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02 The Guilt
05:03
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Hands with tiny severed bones
Smug, quick, shiny smile
Infamous coward matador
Hands with tiny severed bones
You should be safe from my fantasies
And safe from me
as He fell we will fall
So, just hide
Arsenic toes rattling
Near the transfixed smile
White wife-smile
The inertia and the guilt are holding us together
This world and its ashen dinner
An impartial sun decomposing my mother's legs
You should be safe from me
And the inertia and guilt are kings
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03 I Think of Claudia
10:20
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When we fall, if we fall like He fell, the Self will be Hell
Swallowed and transformed, I guess I should be next
Will they search for me?
He stopped time and bleached the sky
Will they search for me?
When we fall, if we fall like He fell, the Self will be Hell
Istos blasphemantes, in terra reptantes, de cavernis prodeuntes
I took a lantern from a tree
Summer's resting ground hum
Storms rage in my veins, bedtime shadowplay
All the weight has been shaken as I think of Caudia
Sweet words drink the sour wine
A letter crystallizes
Distrusted and revered as the Prime Creator, I should be next
Lost in the fabric of time, down within
Reality will be just a blemish
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One of us should be giving up soon
"... and, so, that day the proverbial reject, the unwanted,
She made a diamond tent
And, so, that day..."
The marble cracks like old skin
The smell of sweat devouring all
Father is a frail, resented man
I don t want to know if I could love him enough
Or too much
Or if I could break his old child bones
Or embrace him out of rage and never let go
Desintegrate together
It breaks my back, it breaks my heart
The we have the same roaring, coward voice and poisoned blood
The wall between the Center and the Male
And she spoke from the walls
And, with a sad voice, whispered "stop..."
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05 Lengua Dulce
05:32
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Hoy azote al pasado en los pies
Huesos rotos en la boca de mi padre
Lengua dulce
Hoy vimos las peliculas de sal
Se encadenan suaves como piel
Lengua dulce
Hoy, la ceguera y la humillacion
Luz y la trampa encendida
Lengua dulce
Hoy, la carne abierta, el cuerpo inmovil
Rastros de otro crueno en blanco
Lengua dulce
Istos blasphemantes, arrastrandose en la cama
Desechando dia tras dia tras dia
Lengua dulce
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06 ReKha
05:52
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Observe those dust spiders crawling up that hill
Cheerful and obscene, their exhausted misery
They'd love to kill their sickness... or all of us
Sighs aim at the dust spiders, souvenirs of the plague
Oh no, ReKha... no
Roughly handling the box we sleep in
Sharpening those bird bones
Giving away, with empathic disdain, souvenirs of the plague
Oh no, ReKha... no
Stolen from their warm hands, falls and recoils, Empress!
I had a word with the Matriarch
Lost for words, lost for thoughts and poetry
ReKha floats beside me
Devouring everyone through me and my guilt
Oh no, ReKha... no
Get thee to a nunnery, go... Farewell! And quickly too...
Just go!
(Will they search for me?)
The Devil is using your face, drenched in sorrow and revenge
To kill your sickness... Or all of us
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07 O Lady Iago
03:51
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Within me, the vulgar magic
Movement without answer
Oh, I hinted all and sunk the tiredness in your eyes
Pouring down gold, drunk on your sweet voice
This calm is now cracked
Blood is running thin, is glowing, dry
Close the door and jump before the rock undo your face
The Center and the Male
Swimming axe draws a female shape
The white-flavored fabric drenched in sperm
Take the shot with pride! Is it too much?
"Please, taste this calm stolen from their warm hands
Given away with disdain", Lady Iago said
"Before the rock erase her face"
The Center and the Male
Thorns and coins and bread
Don't play
Levitate
Lay again!
And I will hint the scene without a word
Those bird bones are tired
Roughly handling the box we sleep in
Souvenir of the last yellow plague
Swallowing the mud, devouring all the oxygen
All the mirrors are in place, in line
Lady Iago crawls in shame around the Center and the Male
Expectedly, no one cared
Not one
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Dog against the wire, jewel of the female eye
A gaze at the implotion of the skies
Docile dog against the wire
The fast writting of the birds
Brought these stuttering feelings unto you, sweet love
Devouring all the oxygen, I shook it all with brutal smiles
Your own denial
The air is thick as frail ghosts under opaque, screamig lights
The hungry bear kidnapped the Matriarch
"Find the little runnaway..."
Regretful and armed I roam the garden
"... and marry her",
As Iago insists to join the human hunt
Oh, poor child, oblivious to the carnage
"The belt is tight!", she roared, and smiled
Oh, poor child
El dulce aire enfria sus parpados
Se estremecen
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Black burnt legs
Kitchen is in ruins
And the sperm is floating near her transfixed smile
A white wife-smile
There is so much I regret
The blade is immaculate
We put down the empty page
And kissed and smiled again
The tears you taught me to let go
The tall light, those hazy smiles
A docile dog sleeping against the wire
I dreamt of her again
Motherly clouds gathering, blackening in your name
Black burnt legs
Kitchen is in ruins
And the sperm is floating near her transfixed smile
A white wife-smile
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10 Mom Is Still Home
01:33
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11 Sharper, Illemese!
07:46
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Frail ghosts
Sweat-stained matress hunging upside down
Almost touching the floor
Oh, no one cares
Urnas
"I will swallow you after one bite... Watch!"
Istos blasphemantes, in terra reptantes
"Watch!"
Butcher and son pictured in the air
The stench of infants
Human cages
Sharper! Sharper, Illemese!
Oh Holy Sister
Run... run!
Dear Matriarch
Spare me from your roars
Spare me from your roars and soaking wet hands
Is that the loser who decapitated a fair maiden on TV?
Oseeh, Othee, Othee Can Thee Oh
They can hear my thoughts, oh, the shame...
Soaking wet hands almost touching the floor
Bless those poor men
Bless those poor men again.
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