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I'm past post-partum and half pre-mortem.
Adrift within the mixture; fever pitch and stark boredom.
Wander in the dark between the heartland and the border.
I wonder what they'll make of what I made of this disorder.
Twenty nine respite years of cut corners.
I slept within the texture and the lines of white flora.
Stuck upon the eyelids of a hazy night aura.
What the fuck I miss? I'm still adrift in high water.
Some of us were old enough and some of us turned dry.
Some of us were vacant when we plummet from the sky.
I'm dead, yeah, I can see it in your eyes.
I never felt the snow settle heavy in the pines.
I'm past hardened within an inch of my discarded mind.
A glass-halfer with a deeper pot of mulled wine.
Man down, pass the flagon on the other side.
This pursed mouth would never shout what it could keep inside.
And I'ma let it ride.
Yeah, I'ma let it ride.
Yeah, I wanna fall down and hide.
I'm not alive.
Yeah, I wanna fall down and hide.
I'm not alive.
I wanna fall down and hide.
I'm not alive.
Yeah, I wanna fall down and hide.
I'm not alive.
And they were golden; the days, they were pristine.
I drew my blood just to test how much they'd miss me.
The world spins, every ray a drop of citrine.
I clung to it; learned to cling since I was fifteen.
I'm past heartless, within an inch of my disarmoured lies.
I bear naked every cell of what you loathe to like.
High stakes leave me drowning at the waterline.
Not sure the shell was ever adequate to leave behind.
But I'ma let it ride.
Yeah, I'ma let it ride.
Yeah, I wanna fall down and hide.
I'm not alive.
Yeah, I wanna fall down and hide.
I'm not alive.
I wanna fall down and hide.
I'm not alive.
Yeah, I wanna fall down and hide.
I'm not alive.
A grim parent, I agreed to grin and bear it,
But I passed it down the line until you found the time to spare it.
So art aside, every afterword was asinine,
I probably asked too much of mine to really help them half the time.
So I'm sorry if I burdened you.
I guess I really never understood the magnitude.
I guess I never took the weight enough to strengthen from it.
I guess I never held the reigns enough to keep me honest.
I probably never learned a lesson in a hard way.
Reliability was never Kady's forte.
One extreme to the next, I swung the axe toward the neck
and never shied away from introspective swordplay.
No. No remorse, eh?
Won a battle, lost the war, what's the score say?
Nah, no remorse, eh.
I lost a lot but what remained was worth the heartache,
Eh?
Yeah, I wanna fall down and hide.
I'm not alive.
Yeah, I wanna fall down and hide.
I'm not alive.
I wanna fall down and hide.
I'm not alive.
Yeah, I wanna fall down and hide.
I'm not alive.
Dora Dorovitch is a small capacity creative unit born 2000, France.Hosts a secret research department on non-sustainable
music, other impossible projects.
For the ten years of the label we restarted our action with the compilation "connect the machine to the map" dedicated to Alt hip hop music....more
Sometimes you come across an artist that is compelled to do what they do.
I appreciate the musicality and the arrangement and the artistry of the songs. He sings and plays like his life depends on it. I appreciate the humanity of the lyrics… Like reading Tortilla Flats, or watching Nobody’s Fool.
Ceschi is a bright star. I’m glad he’s loose in the world. oldtruck
