Paroles de Black and white

Parquet Courts

pochette album Black and white
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Date de parution : 02/06/2014

Durée : 0:03:02

Style : Alternative

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Nothing makes my heart so wild as being
In possession of a potent night
Racing down the stairs in a nude descension
Shedding and discarding my hide
But the bold strokes crack so quickly
And it's often that i wonder why
Dripping at the slow-motion rate of surrender
Hanging to my bones as they dry
How can i want something more than a new hell in which to fry
When i see in only black and white?

There's a sinful sort of side of being
So contained, a bit like being lost
Stumbling through the background like a small town loner
Quietly a-whisperin' my thoughts into my cupped hands
Folded and monk-like, at least that's what i've always said
How does writing letters from the lonely margins feel
When there is no hair on my head?
Is the solitude i seek a trap where i've been blindly led?
Tell me, where then do i go instead?

When atonement comes in distant waves
I might wait until the next to break
Choking through forgiveness at a sunfly prompter
Staring through the back of my face
Its a vulgar, hidden part of being tethered to the world right now;
Spending all my dollars to remain a member
Nothing in my eyes but a scowl
Do i bother to define myself beyond what they allow?
Have i already forgotten how?

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