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from Marlango - Automatic Imperfection (2006)
Shake the moon
Shake the moon inside your glass Fit the sky Make the sky fit into your eye Stomp the floor Brake the floor when you pace along Scratch the air when you laugh Squeeze the universe Between your fingers It all fits inside a little boys pocket Car, stone, Space rocket, Moth, fly, Gun, match Grab a match And burn the universe Pebble, doll, Flower, stone, Knife, a war Grab a stone And brake the universe |
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from Marlango - Automatic Imperfection (2006)
Strange little girl, like all the rest
Almost the end, but not quite Still waiting for my birthday cake To make a bite and choke on time Days are lazy Days are wasted As i am Open the windows i want to see My possessions going on excursions Let's brake the china 'cos there will be no cake I forget why we celebrate My teeth hurt, my obligations too All tomorrows are full of sorrows My hips ache, my laundry too The afternoons and the things to do Days are lazy Days are tired Days are wasted and lame As i am |
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from Marlango - Automatic Imperfection (2006)
Someone should cry
Give a step back Come along and not wait or Pull, try Fold every past Walk every path Someone could stop Save what's left of me Defend my sky, smile Try every taste Drawn every shape And cry Someone could stare Count the stars Treasure the stones that wait On the beach, care Burn every ash Know every word And cry Someone could rock me Cradle all of my fears in their arms, know all The words, smile at dogs lost in the night Somebody please care And cry |
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from Marlango - Automatic Imperfection (2006)
Don't give me rules
The way it works Is i try my best Don't get confused I've got stile Just for a little while Don't get confortable Don't be scared I am careful But i don't care Don't be amused I'll believe your lies just for a little time Don't get too close I won't pick you up If you through yourself down I am loving not in love I 'm romantic not insane I give myself 'cos i know i 'm mine |
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from Marlango - Automatic Imperfection (2006)
There are children playing on the manpost
'tending they are kids They can climb up and fall down hard on their knees Into this grass built for them This puzzle made of dreams and nightmares Full of shops and signs, All the lies behind the curtains Every rule in conversation Sometimes, somehow Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights And it works out It works out There are lovers kissing on their arms Pretending they are stars Well sometimes when I'm tired I waste my wishes in city lights Sometimes, somehow Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights And it works out It works out All the lies behind the curtains Every rule in conversation Every lie and every law Don't convince me as much as when Somehow sometimes when you miss this city Smell real life Sometimes, somehow Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights And it works out It works out Sometimes, somehow Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights And it works out It works out Sometimes |
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from Marlango - Automatic Imperfection (2006)
Please let me be
No more no less Than a beautiful mess The parade of days Let me watch from my corner Let me be a beautiful mess Let me sleep Or let me weep Recall what i lost And count what i won Let me be no more no less Than a beautiful mess And don't try to map me out Don't do remarks or landmarks Let me choose A way to loose This beautiful day 'Cos even when you faint Blood rushes through your sleeping veins Let me be no more no less Help me be no more no less Than a beautiful mess |
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from Marlango - Automatic Imperfection (2006)
Would you mind if I just sit down here
And watch you dance that waltz? It brings faith just to see What two people can be With a pattern And a glass of bubbles You go round and round and round round and round Who can tell if the colours I see Are the same for you and me? Who can say if the scent that I smell Is the same for both of us? Would you mind if I just sit down here And watch you dance that waltz? It gets strength just to see What two people can be With a pattern And a glass of bubbles You go round and round and round round and round Your steps draw the milky way I see stars glowing in your footsteps Would you mind if I just sit down here And watch you dance that waltz? It gets strength just to see What two people can be Given a pattern And a glass of bubbles Go round and round and round And a round building A milkyway for me |
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from Marlango - Automatic Imperfection (2006)
I used to think one day i would learn
The truth about life Treasured everything i saw Nailed to the wall of certainties Then life came along And casually pulled down My house Used to think i would understand Things now i learned there's nothing To be understood Then i believed everything i touched Was a lie impossible to live up to Pull down brick by brick The fence around my life Burnt the flowers 'cos i thought They were alibis Now i observe constructions round me Architecture of sophisticated lives Warehouses to pile up mistakes Woodsheds to hide the dreams we give up on |
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from Marlango - Automatic Imperfection (2006)
That time when you can hear footsteps
And deep breathing That time when shadows grown When sleeping pills hold me like a baby Open arms twisted dreams Tip toe_tip toe_tip toe_tip toe_tip toe_tip toe Tip toe around the clocks, tip toe Don't make them tic fast That time when you can gaze around your life From deep under your blankets That time there's nothing you can do Nothing you can mend All is still and full Tip toe Tip toe around your bed, tip toe Around yourself Tip toe Don't wake yourself up |
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from Marlango - Automatic Imperfection (2006)
Hang to the telephone wires
That follow me through the land The rails i recognise in my hands I draw black dots in my palms Give them names and discover A brand new world But no matter where i go no matter I still catch myself In me i can't invent a new landscape I have trains advancing through my veins I build stations and playgrounds for my mind to wader around The nicotine and games i invent all over again But no matter i go i catch myself 'Cos i 'm tired of looking out So i'll hide in my world All soft with words Frontiers lost In my things, in my eyes In the touch i'll never find 'Cos no matter where i go i reach myself 'Cos i'm inside out Tripping over my voice Lost in my noise Tangled in my hair But no matter I still find myself |
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from Marlango - Automatic Imperfection (2006)
Slow the eyes
And the lips Soft the time And the air Slow good morning Slow good night Slow the game Soft we play Silent the way Wait for you to slowly crawl out of my bed This soft space I feel growing And the moon is upside down Time goes and suddenly i don't understand Why things are stuck to the grownd Instead of flowing The wrong way round Children splash Silently And the moon is upside down In this side of the world As the world goes round The wrong way |
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