David Thomas Broughton Vs. 7 Hertz - Weight Of My Love | Текст песни

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• David Thomas Broughton Vs. 7 Hertz
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AIN’T GOT NO SOLE “I went down to the swollen river, I had no fear of drowning, I peeped over the bridges barrier, into swirling chocolate brown, I went down the banks so slimy, look how it does eddy, I grabbed the nearest branch right by me for myself to steady, held my head in my two hands, I felt I was now ready, had a little clarity pang I lost all my sense of dread, I have no reason to return. Submerged in water up to my waist now my mind revolves in my head, lost my balance my ankle I did twist, my fingers frozen red. I felt like one of those mental bastards, I lost my shoe. How I’ve fooled all my associates, how I loved that shoe, but it has no reason to return”.

AMBIGUITY “How much love can a boy contain in here? How many contradictions can a girl possess up there? These questions are too ambiguous, try to narrow down your search. Somethings I know, it’s hard. It’s easy to forget where you came from if there’s no question of your return, such selfishnesses trivialise any tenderness as the coffee commands the torture of my bowels, pronouncing every word with a rigid insensitivity, plus I struggle with the nightshade in my blood. I really shouldn’t say it, but I just love what the water does”.

ANCHOVIES “I’m not ill, I’m not unwell, but I’m going to call in sick for work today. Not going to cut no tree, not going to cut no flower, I’m going to leave this city for good. Not going to mow no lawn, not going to trim no hedge, I’m going to find your house and walk right in. Not going to make no vote, not going to cross no box, I’m going to find a cloud and see what shapes it makes. Not going to write no song, not going to play no guitar, I’m going to find a fence that I can sit on. Not going to paint no picture, not going to write no word, I’m going to find and fill my belly with anchovies. Not going to drive no truck, not going to fly no plane, I’m going to rip somebody’s clothes from the line. Not going to stop me now, not going to slow my hand, I’m going to risk this this bubble bursting, I’m going to lie right through my teeth once more”.

APOLOGIES “Thinking as I do, as the light touches your face, wishing that I could ever be so gentle, meaning not to offend, I fell into a sleep, knowing hypocrites are always going to be, sleep my darling, sleep my darling, how I love you with such just, we have half-life enough to sustain us through the rough, clashes and defence of all we have done wrong, hoping there is a whole where the half used to be, I tried all night to set your body on fire, apologies if I ever acted lazily, apologies if you had to kick me in the side, apologies too if ever there was any doubt, apologies again if ever I was lazy, I weave the gold back into straw, how I love you like I loved you before”.

CIRCLE IS NEVER COMPLETE “There once was a pain on this earthly crust, the cause of my own consternation/consummation, passioned by leaving the one true love, in a far part of this nation. There still is a pain in this chest of mine pulsating and aching so deep. Beneath the fire of my open wounds bleed tears a-fore I go to sleep. Like all winds blow in adversity the circle is never complete”.

ELECTRICITY “Might have come to express myself so let’s go somewhere we can really talk, I’ll. end up cooking up some false denial of my apathy, maybe I’m pretentious if I expect these words to have a little twist, I would’ve been much better if I had a little mind to be somehow supportive, I’m sorry to all those folks I could’ve been quite good friends with, it’s not like I said stuff when I was drunk, you know I just can’t work out what my problem is, I’m surprised my logic didn’t spot the mistakes afore I accepted them, don’t you know the electricity is the fundamental cause of everything, in the main all that I can glean is that it is the reason that this world is fucked, underneath our discrepancies is a glint of hope and I call this thing love”.

EVER ROTATING SKY “Tapping and tisking in the corner, slowly cooking in the softness, to have glued my hand in place, a fire