TIMELINE: SPRING 2024
PRIMARY INSPIRATION: JEAN COCTEU’S ORPHIC TRILOGY
a tale as old as time.
the story of you and i.
the story of you and i.
что остаета сказать my darling?
слови obviously dont matter
you left me for orpheus’ lyre strings
зеркало смотрело на меня and shattered
peel off the gloves and turn back time
(will they ever know how hard i tried?)
defeather doves and lobotomize my mind
(will they ever know how fucking hard i tried!)
танцевал с тобой всю ночь
fray the красное бархатное платье
celestial afterimages burn my retinae
слови obviously dont matter
you left me for orpheus’ lyre strings
зеркало смотрело на меня and shattered
peel off the gloves and turn back time
(will they ever know how hard i tried?)
defeather doves and lobotomize my mind
(will they ever know how fucking hard i tried!)
танцевал с тобой всю ночь
fray the красное бархатное платье
celestial afterimages burn my retinae
рога пирует в моем neural pathways
rusted cars and moon crater dents
crying while u sat on the fence
ripe the apricots and shred the lace
smiling i put cuts on my face
cus everything is always fine
cus everything is always fine
and im lying
while ur flying/ away
elle stop crying
rusted cars and moon crater dents
crying while u sat on the fence
ripe the apricots and shred the lace
smiling i put cuts on my face
cus everything is always fine
cus everything is always fine
and im lying
while ur flying/ away
elle stop crying
ur not dying/ today
theres a lining, and its chrome
hearts broken, so go home
mother pls patch me up the best u can
father look away cus im not feeling like a man
drag my mangled carcass across a barren borderland
use these broken bones to draw a new line in the sand
theres a lining, and its chrome
hearts broken, so go home
mother pls patch me up the best u can
father look away cus im not feeling like a man
drag my mangled carcass across a barren borderland
use these broken bones to draw a new line in the sand
half my heart is decaying in a valley out in michigan
the other half is atrophying in her jagged porcelain hands
i learned russian just to write love poems
in my notes you couldn’t read
cus you were sitting next to me
потому что ты сидел рядом со мной
но теперь ты лежишь рядом с ним
и я просто проклинаю все ето по-русски
the other half is atrophying in her jagged porcelain hands
i learned russian just to write love poems
in my notes you couldn’t read
cus you were sitting next to me
потому что ты сидел рядом со мной
но теперь ты лежишь рядом с ним
и я просто проклинаю все ето по-русски
when yin and yang of me both decompose
where now will wander my morose soul?
maybe above , a better view
to observe , the realer you
so without , further ado
think its time , i finally knew
the truth the truth the truth the truth
the truth the truth the truth the truth
where now will wander my morose soul?
maybe above , a better view
to observe , the realer you
so without , further ado
think its time , i finally knew
the truth the truth the truth the truth
the truth the truth the truth the truth
u made me in ur image
and left me to the dust
i guess i didn’t realize
u hate urself that much
and left me to the dust
i guess i didn’t realize
u hate urself that much
-liam daniel
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