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Harpy
04:41
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The trees will be grey as long as you'll stay.
I prayed yesterday, could you hear me anyway?
You trace your fingers right down my spine.
Cold breath reminds me that you are mine.
Lick off your dagger, tighten your talons. Pick me up high by the skin of my back. Don't you feel sorry for bones when you drop me, lay me down softly in oceans of black. Blue air caress me, cold ground please kiss me. I fell in the snow and punched through a hole. Lick of your dagger, tighten your talons, leave me there flat on my back.
My ribs must be showing I'm falling apart.
Am I the same as I was at the start?
I'll be a martyr, I'll starve for my art.
Are we the same as we were at the start?
Lick off your dagger, tighten your talons. Pick me up high by the skin of my back. Don't you feel sorry for bones when you drop me, lay me down softly in oceans of black. Blue air caress me, cold ground please kiss me. I fell in the snow and punched through a hole. Lick of your dagger, tighten your talons, leave me there.
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Funeral procession moving slow through the undergrowth.
Pick my casket up to shoulder height. Bow your heads low.
Clutch your black skirt as the wind blows, howling through the stones.
Cover me with leaves, make us a home, before winter steals my bones.
Crush a flower with your heavy boot. Trample it under foot.
Lungs of chimneys explode with smoke, bathing us all in soot.
Have you seen the Mourning Cloak laying there by the roots?
Hiding from the cold, never awoke, until it found you.
Sing the songs of days long ago.
Sing the familiar hymns.
Sing of your woes.
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Breathing ghosts
04:23
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I saw you bathing by the hot springs.
The sun looked pale against your skin.
I stood fixed against a tree.
The snow was beating down on me.
You put your cloak around me, wipe my mouth when I bleed.
If you ever leave you'll leave a hole.
I bet you won't believe that I'd go first? I'll leave the hole and catch a hearse.
Make a fire and wait for spring, but still the cold keeps creeping in.
I guess I'd better swallow the blue.
Guess I'd better spew out the truth: 'I ain't too worried about my wealth - 'cause I've got holes in my coat and I ain't doing much better myself."
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Ruff Majik Cottbus, Germany
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