Mad'House Follow

Three lyrics

So states of un-satisfaction, objects which we see or which reveal an absence are the only performances to which the individual recovers in susceptive uniqueness. The city might fix it or establish it but I see it an existence of our own as a chance to see what the city must and can do, without the power to do it. It's all very well and precise to say that Baudelaire had mysterious wishes to be like the stone in the statue without posing the ability. You cannot present the poet is eager to extract some petrifiable image from this of the past. But the images which he left are situated in a life which was open and infinate in Baudelaire's sense of the word.

[A time to ease your solace, a time to be so small]

We saw you from the urchin's side,
from under the boat
We saw you making knots,
we saw you get the rope
The boy appearing on the deck, you're making it lurch
The bubble of your interest's ready to burst, burst

He whistles and he runs

[Oooooooh]
[Ooooooooooh]
[Ooooooh]

We saw you in distraction:
a sleeping slow despair
Rehearsing interaction, he wasn't even there
A creature is a creature,
though you wish you were the wind
The boat will not stop moving
if you tie him up until the end

He whistles and he runs so hold him fast
Breathe the burn, he wants to let it last
He might succumb to what you haven't been
He has a keen eye for what you didn't see

When the cadaverous mob saves their doors for the dead men
You cannot leave
When the cadaverous mob saves it's doors for the dead men
You cannot leave

Ahhhhhhh

[Fancy summer's stall, a time to be so small]
[To the urchin, see our mirrored time for all]
[A summerside way of life, a time to be so small]
[Stronger by the urchin's side, a time to be so small]

[The urchin will lurch in there for this]
[The urchin will lurch in there for the facts]
[The urchin will lurch in there for the facts]
[The urchin will lurch in there for the facts]

Cadaverous mob saves their doors for the dead men
You cannot leave
When the cadaverous mob saves it's doors for the dead men
You cannot leave

[Lurching, lurching, searching, lurching]
[The urchin will lurch in there for the facts]
[The urchin will lurch in]

[It's all in the faded past]
[The bottom of the unwind]
[It's the end of the this]
[The bottom of the unwind]

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