Rumour Cubes - The Gove Curve | Текст песни

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Cold white fish, on wood beneath a river

Fast right schools bleed silver

Contract, bend stab bend

Touch on light on scales

They divest and vie patterns

On tiers of municipal glass

“The money follows the child”

Attend to the fish bone

The slim neck

Crooked hush

A down, put down handle

Stab in the dark

In a film handle

An old black phone “what ?”

For this one is the Gove Curve

No, this one is the Gove Curve

The river, the silt

Smoothed cling film

Gutted gape of rock

Where guts slip

Deep

Red

Oak grain

The State is narrow and you are basically gone

Gone all bone scuba

It is in the varnished fucking floor

Your face a rut around us

Build to up crinckle shine

Like the winds that hurt us

On Mars

float perfectly sad leaf,

float bight fresh green

fold

feathers torn the dead wing

sunk in the wreath boat

sunk in fine claps of copper flame

orange and green flecks

silent carnival

blinkless

eyes …..

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