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on partira sur un coup de tete
juste pour se marier en blanc sur une autre planète
si tu préfères soyuz on boudera l’iss
mais ne prends pas de gants, on ne dira pas la messe
nos visages peints de toutes les couleurs
pour redonner à l’espace un peu de douceur
je te prends la main et attrape la mienne
ce n’est pas demain que le diable nous emmène
notre lune de miel ce sera le système solaire
on ira pique niquer sur jupiter
on trouvera la faille spatio temporelle
qui nous amènera jusqu’à un autre universel
la bas rien ne compte à part les années lumière
donc nous avons encore des lustres à faire les fiers

Io (feat. $carla1000)

the light, it seemed so pure
but can you really be so sure
those nights, all now a blur
'cause i've been tainted by the cure

the light was warm but fleeting
and i can feel my heart still beating
your eyes do tend to haunt
but is this really what you want?

one more time, just hold my hand
flap our wings before we land
i dreamt of you out in the sand
but i'm just fine, i'll skip the tan

i know we're crashing awfully soon
but hold me tight until we do
one to one, birds of a feather
let's let these flames go out together

Purity II

SPACE AFRIKA  _3less remix

through the mirror, past the ring
do you see me? does it sting?

i still hear you in the sea
tidal visions, hearts unseen

* * *

hold the anchor, test the winds
bless the waters, bless our skin

maybe this time we can swim
water's warmer once you're in

i'll be land, you be mine
if you're sinking, i can dive

who needs air? who needs time?
with your heartbeat next to mine

* * *

and i'm sorry, anyways

the god of love won't hold you up, just fate

Joye

what is this knot inside my throat?
tell me, how quick in bloom does the wilt take on?

and i know i have all that i need so what is this want?
my lungs will hardly breathe but this heart won't stop
and it's hardly afternoon and i'm tired of the sun
when you're always 2 how are you gonna find the one?

Long Below

Tired Of The Sun

in the end it's always nice 
past the gates where its sunny
in the end it's all aligned
the thorn in your side's pretty funny

but the hardest part is waking up to a sun where the moon once was
when the night is done and the day seems way too long
you fell upon your crush and ended up getting fully sunk
you wanted more from the summer and less of a falling under

Holden

Crush

just to be aligned up sine to sine
just past my reach on a dotted line
how i wanted ooo to be taken and haunted

to see what its like to sleep inside
from the street where the lights go off at night
were u callin ooo with my phone not even on yet

just call again if ur wantin
(can you call again if ur wantin)

* * *

see a set of dark eyes just behind your shoulder
get ripe with age or just get older
see the set of signs wardin off the thunder
is the sky a liar cuz im startin to wonder

Orange Grove

Sine

encast in my sight
enladen in light
with a soft supple spine

passed from warm guts
in a labour of love
now ill hold you above

though under you grew 
beholden to blue
when im not around you

* * *
through the pesticide
from the cloud arises a silver line
(soft hands reach above)

to ingest the nile
to imbibe in bile
to be set on fire
(afloat in my love)


ill cast you a mold
for when you get cold
in well wishes told

ill weave you in silk
concoct you my milk
and swallow your guilt

Anemone

Tubetop Pregnancy

hes certainly the son
in pearly glue shes hung
in dark her shift undone
its fixed

to thus be thine
with turpentine
myrrh spoiled in wine
to thus be thine

Baltazar

pluck the wens and boil them dry
a bitter dust to taste 
slice the mend so the humours fly
a sweetly hung display
cross the heart and pierce the eye
a bright lit candle still
shuck the shell and cast aside
yours two bloody lips fulfilled

on hunched backs in dark of night escape
scraped the tongue of molted wax to coat the armours male
above the gap the two as none below the sunken sails
in desperate lunge he struck it down and in my hands it laid

the whitest gloves to present yours
with tightened cork i resent mine
pure of heart to collapse forth
in sickly wealth to elapse thine

Purity II

tipsy kiss

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