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2. |
Digging on my grave
02:24
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Then, who is digging on my grave?
Say-since I have not guessed!
O it is I, my mistress dress,
Your little dog, who still lives near,
and much I hope my movements here
Have not disturbed your rest?
Ah, yes! You dig upon my grave
dig upon my grave
dig upon
Why flashed it not on me
that one true heart was left behind!
What feeling do we ever find
to equal among human kind
A dog ...
What feeling do we ever find
to equal among human kind
A bone, in case
I should be hungry near this spot
When passing on my daily trot
Why? Who is digging on my grave?
When passing on my daily trot
I am so, but I quite forgot
I am sorry, but I quite forgot
It was your resting-place
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3. |
Terra in trance
04:04
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(He goes back outside, crosses the street)
It was a small railroad
(and enters the opposite building)
sparsely furnished with one room
(for Black's name on one of the mailboxes and)
set aside for books and a work table to you
(Black - 3rd floor)
So far so good
Then he returns to his room
and gets down to business
(and the last two is deeming)
Parting the curtains of the window,
he looks out and sees
Black sitting at a table
in his room across the street
(If nothing else, i proved that Fanshawe had not
spent
his time making money.
But I was not one to look down my nose at
shabbiness)
with the baby on her lap
...
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4. |
A road
03:11
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I'm makin' a road
for the cars
to fly by on
Makin' a road
I'm makin' a road
of gorgeous sun
and not this land
of rose and gold
I might have a son myself some day
jokes, tricks, puzzles, pocket games and novelties
I might have a son myself some day
oh clowns in rags, you're most affected
thank you again, and sleep well.
makin' a road
for the cars
to fly by on.
Makin' a road
a gorgeous sun
and not this land
of rose and gold
I might have a son myself some day
jokes, tricks, puzzles, pocket games
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5. |
The writer
02:03
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The writer, an old man with a white
mustache,
had some difficulty in getting into bed
The soldier got on the subject of the war
The writer, led him to that subject. On or
Perfectly still he lay and his body was old
and not of much use anymore,
but something inside him was altogether
young.
…???...
In the bed the writer had a dream that was
not a dream
In the bed the writer had a dream that was
not a dream
In the bed the writer had a dream that was
not a dream
In his bed the writer rolled over on his side
and lay quite still.
The old writer had got a great many notions
in his head
The subject would become so big in his
mind
The subject would become so big, big, big
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6. |
The girl know this
02:54
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(written by Francesca
Grossi)
A girl entered
a dark path
but looking at it from a distance
of yellow and an unusual softness
so we can have a vaguely romantic idea
of her otherwise compromised position
but looking at her from
her figure turns on and off
it's just dim bolts emanating from her
showing us her cruel position
like a lighthouse so
that our idea
The girl keeps on walking, she navigates the field
criss-crossing
she doesn't just walk, she jumps
the ground beneath her feet repels her
so we know that the ground is elastic, and the girl
know this too
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7. |
Top floor
02:43
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8. |
Eyes
03:49
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I saw a slowly-stepping train
Lined on the brows, scoop-eyed and bent and hoar
Following in files across a twilit palin (???)
A strange and mystic form the foremost bore
The kettle descants in a cozy drone
And the young wife looks in her husband's face
And then at her guest's, and shows in her own
Her sense that she fills an envied place
And the visiting lady is all abloom
And says there was never so sweet a room
I don't have anything to sell
and I don't want to buy anything
you can't remember where you are
you have forgotten who you are
Your eyes are open
Your eyes are open
and your eyes are popping out
Your skin is blistering
and there are blisters
inside
those blisters
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9. |
Transmit
03:16
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10. |
Let me ask you
03:36
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Let me ask you, now,
dear dove, if you're still willing to try again
with me and write the book, or
if I need to speak to someone else.
for I know, your
predicament with work
deadlines and the like. dislike, dislike I know to
know.
Let me ask you, now,
dear dove, if know in a...
The things I want to tell you,
and there are many, can not be hammered on the
typewriter, on you.
Let me ask you,
but it all comes back to revolve around the same
idea.
it is because you believe in me
as that I believe in you
and also because I believe in myself
Often, however, there is simply freezing.
Let me ask you
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11. |
Bad state
02:23
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She said she would dance with me
I spent the morning, writing to you a letter I will not
send
I spent the day trying to say something to her
I was in a bad egocentric state all day
There is a something in the air, a kind of discord
My illness is passing
I went to walk with a lawyer who got into a nice
mood,
what, who got into a nice mood
the love of a very young boy for a girl
Her not knowing, his scheming to see her
I am in love with life and, just now, life is not alive
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12. |
… of expectant youth
02:32
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