A few days ago, we whispered our propangandha to well​-​educated worms; now they are using bluebirds​.​.​.

from Amid all this mess, a weak splendour! by SALVING THY AMISS

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We’re getting obstreperous, our lungs are longing for trumpets or primitive songs and the old man is teaching how to debare passion from young hearts. He’s singing to the deaf but they only dance with horses and earth tremors. What about quelling our youth ? Oh come on! We are gold and glory for his land; we’ll scream his wiseness overseas. That’s the deal.
We’re pledging obedience to the brotherhood. These barbarians are now kissing our flag and our wine to forget their mothers and sons. These are the greatest nights men can claim their love trough; we’ve made everything ours not mine. I am every glass drank, and the glass itself. Please feed me to the crowd.
Pachyderms, pachyderms and pachyderms. Is there an awful parade going on here ? Bring us back the lions, it was quite a fair fight ! And did trees swallow some of us or is ivory boys’ worst friend ? Weak men, great fathers. Thanks to them the afternoon never ends.
With towns come girls, whores and wives. See me as a golden ship floating on a diamond sea, paint it for the jurors. Poor quest defeated by second-hand mermaids, one-nights beat years and morning won’t come with swords and thunder as familiar faces in those sheets. They didn’t kiss goodbye but they left. Or did we ?
Call us with their names and we’ll turn our heads towards the wind.

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Open-minded extreme rock'n'roll band from Paris (France) since 2004.

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