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letra de bowie knife (sleevecutters anonymous) - logan posthumous

[verse 1]
you cause my heart to skip a beat or
two; never know what to do in your
presence, in your presence
attack my soul with a bowie knife;
you’d never really explore life that
slowly, am i so lowly, lowly?

[pre-chorus 1]
let’s meet behind the bush;
there’s nowhere better to go
no feeling beyond the l-st
(save for my heart aglow)

[pre-chorus 2]
the passion can’t be taken seriously,
can’t be taken seriously
the passion can’t be taken sеriously,
can’t be taken seriously

[chorus 1]
thеre’s no love to it
emotional strife
meditative intruder, shall you
twist my heart with a bowie knife?
[chorus 2]
like a broken record
something beautiful died tonight
i only wish that you could take me back
to take me on in a better fight

[verse 2]
and we’re back to the start, but something’s wrong
and so begins the same old song
and we’re getting the same old flack
chew aspirin; heart attack

[post-verse]
twist my heart with a bowie knife
twist my words for all my life
twist my tune, there’s something…
wrong
he debated it,
as if:
you’ve wasted it

[bridge]
h-llo, h-llo, how are you, everything’s alright
beyond the quasar-basking glow, beyond the mortal plight
from and back to stardust, make me make a difference to just one life
give me mortal purpose, give me…
and everyone’s forgiving, and everyone denies
that the pit is now before you with eternal helpless sighs;
inaction begets creation, creation begets the fly,
the fly begets all over you; the begetting discerns i cry
i never went to college, the sheets all burned my eyes
i never saw the privilege of your carbon-copy lies
the desperation is untrue, it blossoms in fair time
lay paralysed, bare upon the bed as if an aimless mime
send me to my people, send me to the line
send me out my council flat and send me out to pine
on england’s fairest gardens, where n0body’s alive
and every single ladder is sh-rn off from the common hive
why is it so difficult to live a content life?
let me pat you on the back with my trusty
rusty
bowie…
…knife.
[verse 3]
you cause my heart to skip a beat or
two now i know what to do in your
presence, i’ll bring you presents
you’ll turn me away with a sweet sing-song
apology, and wish me on my way;
that’s all there is to say.

- logan posthumous

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