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letra de "it's dark out, tonight" - marsy mars

verse 1-
in this music i hope to breed a catalonia
fought for half in the hope that it will fail, and never become more than my own
cos on arriving home i got news of weight
that was such that i simply cannot take
that pain for which my soul is bait
my work could never encapsulate
it was squatlo of the death of a friend
a pricey funeral to be held in the grotto between winter and wit’s end
at the service i was reunited with purvis, smelt of calamine
another old friend; what was left of stunted, morbid, taken pleasurе’s mine
joking about not so old times
he turnеd again to me on his left in parlour silence sublime, said
“just for a joke, do you fear death?”
i said, “man how much d’you fear the hours before your birth?
i fear it less”
he said “man, murders like che’s you can’t forget”
that’s what he said

chorus
it’s kind of a magic
like being all the way back in the cradle
into which you born
i’m coming home, i’m coming home
i heard if you will do right young
you’ll be spared from growing old
dope of the flesh
and raft of bones
verse 2:
how can you say now in mourning
what clear as day is more wrong?
che knew no trifling sh-t personally
nor was he ghetto sorbonne
he was good enough to be daily hurt
but he could not be murdered
who virtue made indestructible
plant your -rs- on the curb, man
“you of all people have understood
the danger often involved in trying to be good
what you say you’re going off round the world trying to abolish
che felt he had to acknowledge, the boy you knew was a…”

“strawman, a strawman with law tied
from his thinking’s hearts home he crossed the line”
dominus, parape mea sepulchrum, obsecro
dimitte me, ego sum defessus

the doom by apathy accumulating like snow on our shoulders
i left my home for it, and this i find?
i had already skirted murder by my k!ller internal
but man, you’re putting fear in my mind

verse 3-
“i was just doing as you always exhorted me thus
being the self i conceived myself, and partly
it involved seeing these p-ssynotes that i don’t
or do know reconceive themselves as junos through iphone photo
ain’t gonna be benighted by some white knight
trying to criminalise my s-xuality, he’ll get starbrighted collaterally
small price to guard the price i’m charging for the art i’m extorting
the gonzo p-rn market, there’s nowhere it can’t be imported!
what the f-ck are your eyes saying, affixed like you only half believe it?
this is what happens to home when people like you leave it
the demons run amuck, stormtroopers in mazda trucks
while you’re das’d up, ignoring the war effort, “bora or bust”
get back to the beach, from which your ma’s death didn’t return you
and remember i bullied the bullies ever trying to burn you
the kind of poor born, g-y little punk who bleeds myrrh;
when you come back to this place, the thought might occur:
your purely intellectual love of man, it is no good here
such abstract affection’s merely the snowiest wreath
when such apathy melts the bones of those buried here
will reappear from underneath”

- marsy mars

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