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Nor ever rest, nor ever lie
'til beyond thinking out of view,
One mote of all the dust that's I
shall meet one atom that was you
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As Sem Razões do Amor
03:52
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And there was a deep resounding drum beating your blood round and home like an echo right under your skin and you know you mean everything
And there was a shallow shortness of breath shot back like a ricochet formed in the spaces between you and him - no, you mean everything
Shoots like fear through your limbs
to disappear and so begins
Everything
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Inti Annie
05:05
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torn in two spread about at some low level and
shouting the litany soft as a whisper
borne into your head and out like some lone devil
spouting and spitting out sparks 'til you kissed her
wrap yourself in her arms and her legs
and her palms and her neck and her lips and her fingertips
trap yourself in the calm of her recklessness
snap back and check to be sure that the feeling sticks
- the joke was never really lost on me
stumbling from the cold i swear to god
that i told you before: 'i don't know what you're saying'
humbled now that it's older than it was
though we ripple unsure of the certainty staying
turn around don't abort there's a flame and it's
caught sight of everything burning and burning
i heard a sound and i thought: 'well that's the same as before'
like an echo returning, returning
- like a circle i run back onto myself
trace a long crescent arc down her spine
with the back of your hand like the ghost of a river
brace yourself for the starting bells chime
fade to black when you can, make the most
and forgive her
what confused you much more were the thorns
that he bore in the shape of a crown on his forehead
whatever you see i saw blot it out evermore
settle down into dust my beloved
- i'm everything you wish i wouldn't be
the joke was never really lost on me
and like a circle i run back onto myself
and i'm everything you wish i wouldn't be
and i wish that i could be somebody else
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Fu Inle Records London, UK
Defunct independent D.I.Y collective, based in East London 2013-2018. We released work by Loraine James, He Was Eaten By Owls, 52 Commercial Road, Kapil Seshasayee, Selectric, a/c/a/b, Fauntleroy, Obe, now i see bees i won, Echoes Throughout The Caverns Of Leytonstone, Mike Perry, Mandelbrot Set and Spring Goddess as well as a number of collaborative samplers from live shows between 2012-14. ... more
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