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letra de aldente pasta - david keenan

remonstrations, i set out to bridge the gap from head to mouth
and as the wind stank from the south, we turned to face the morning
a cubist bruise upon your leg informed me of the war you fled
must i now dance for scr-ps of bread at the table of your denial
you ley let me in with stolen keys, the weak the whiplashed came in threes
all pleading for some clarity and new life into their lungs
our necks like tangled swans all calm above the watеr all above board for now at least

therе’s specks of paint chipped off the walls
the mirror has lied since valentine’s but as soon as we speak openly new hope it is restored
we’ve been around the blocks, the lanes, the sky has been pockmarked by the cranes
no one’s too lost, no one’s to blame for wanting to be loved
we want to be with love, we want to be with love…
as it is written off
look at you, you’re better now
that anaphylactic shaking scowl has altered into something that could fill an empty sp-ce
this city stinks of s-x and weed, the narrow minded streets recede revealing some new truths to me, if you give a dog a bone it may follow you home and claim you led it on…

there’s specks of paint chipped off the walls
the mirror has lied since valentine’s but as soon as we speak openly new hope it is restored
we’ve been around the blocks, the lanes, the sky’s still pockmarked by the cranes
no one’s too lost, no one’s to blame for wanting to be loved
we want to be with love, we want to be with love…
as it is written off

- david keenan

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