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Fichtresque - Page 12

  • Water - Karen Mary Berr

    karen mary berr,water,bernin
    Le Bernin

     

    This woman who meets me
    in mirrors, who you alone truly
    undressed – she is out of reach.
    Her contours are translucent,
    they burn in flames
    like cellophane in the blind air.
    Your hands are the only borders
    I remember, they outline everything
    I am and everything I ever was.
    I am the line of red ocher
    painted on your grave, curving
    each letter of your name.
    No touch alters your touch

    How much piety is there inside
    a woman’s body when it sighs ?
    Each time you came, above
    and below me, I vanished
    into that one sound which claimed
    my body was no longer here.

    The warmth gone, the unborn child.

    I am, extend my thirst —

     

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  • Someone new

    hozier,someone new
    screeshort from the video From Eden

     

    I wake at the first cringe of morning
    And my heart's already sinned
    Only blue or black days
    You knew who I was with every step that I ran to you

    Would things be easier if there was a right way?
    Honey, there is no right way

    There's an art to life's distractions
    To somehow escape the burning weight
    The art of scraping through
    Some like to imagine
    The dark caress

     

     

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  • Arsonist's Lullaby

    hozier,arsonist,lullaby,karim hobeika
    Karim Hobeika

     

    Staring into open flame
    You soon find you have few choices
    All you have is your fire
    And the place you need to reach
    Don't you ever tame your demons
    But always keep 'em on a leash

     

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  • In a week

    hozier,in a week,home with you,maurice kodeih
    Crédits photographiques Maurice Kodeih - recolorisée

     

    We'll lay here for years or for hours
    Your hand in my hand, so still and discreet
    So long, we'd become the flowers
    And they'd find us in a week
    When the weather gets hot
    When the buzzards get loud
    After the insects have made their claim
    After the foxes have known our taste
    After the raven has had his say
    I'll be home with you, I'll be home with you

     

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  • To be alone

    hozier,alone,to be alone,karim hobeika
    Crédits photographiques Karim Hobeika

     

    Never feel too good in crowds
    With folks around        when they're playing
    The anthems of rape culture loud
    Crude and proud          creatures baying

    Honey, when you kill the lights, and kiss my eyes
    I feel like a person for a moment of my life
    But you don't know what hell you put me through

     

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  • Sedated

     hozier,sedated hozier,sedated,karim hobeika,ilona maras
    Crédits photographiques Karim Hobeika

     

    Just a little rush, babe        To feel dizzy, to derail the mind of me
    Just a little hush, babe         My veins are busy but my heart's in atrophy
    Any way to distract and sedate       Adding shadows to the walls of the cave

    I keep catching little words but the meaning's thin
    I'm somewhere outside my life, babe
    So we're slaves to any semblance of touch
    Adding shadows to the walls of the cave

    Darling don't you stand there watching       won't you       come and save me from it
    Darling don't you join in       you're supposed to         drag me away from it

     

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  • From Eden

    hozier,from eden

     

    Babe, there's something tragic about you, something so magic about you
    There's something lonesome about you, something so wholesome about you
    There's something wretched about this, something so precious about this
    There's something broken about this, get closer to me

    No tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony
    No "who cares", no vacant stares
    Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago
    Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword
    A rope in hand, for your other man to hang from a tree

     

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