Preface to the Dead Sea - Redonda | Текст песни

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silence is repeating in vain
the machine is screaming:

“my little prince, these gears are breaking
you’re so high on your throne
but to my disabled mind
this fear is not enough”

THIS FEAR IS NOT ENOUGH

written in the plan
it was written on that paper

my legs are clinging onto your head
but you’ll get used to it
i promise you
you will make it
i promise you
i promise, i promise you

“lately, i've become accustomed to the way
the ground opens up and envelops me
each time i go out to walk the dog.
or the broad-edged silly music the wind
makes when i run for the bus...
things have come to that.
and now, each night i count the stars,
and each night i get the same number.
and when they will not come to be counted,
i count the holes they leave.
nobody sings anymore.”

trying to hold until the end
and turning away from your friends

you hear the voices but you are not spoken to

drowning down again
drowning down alone again, alone again

you hear the voices but you are not spoken to

“and then last night, i tiptoed up
to my daughter's room and heard her
talking to someone, and when i opened
the door, there was no one there...
only she on her knees, peeking into
her own clasped hands.”

silent

(featuring words from Amiri Baraka’s “Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note” poem)


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