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You changed your ways forever,
You crucified your dreams,
You played with time together;
It unravelled at the seams.
But I can’t react.
Since my dreams are no longer, no longer intact.
No I can’t respond.
Since it’s my destiny (whatever that is)
That I’m trying to abscond.
And it’s a wonderful night for an amateur star-gazer,
To talk with unconquerable reason –
About how love moves in on increments,
About how hands and hearts entwine.
But if you find the truth assails you,
If you find your lies corrode;
You’d better get used to the taste of medicine,
And the long and lonesome road.
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Scenes
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“I was you six months ago”, she says.
And unclasps her hands and rolls up her sleeves.
“I was you six months ago”, she says.
On the balcony, preaching to the converted.
She says: “You look a lot like Romeo,
But it’s hard to put a face to the name.
Maybe we should take it slow;
‘Cause these tragedies all end the same.
“I was you four months ago”, he says.
“In the hotel room, covering my bruises.
Did I make the mistake of believing what you were saying?
Maybe I mistook your words for truth.
Maybe I can’t afford the cost of living;
‘Cause beauty is the currency of youth.”
She says: “You look a lot like Romeo,
But it’s hard to put a face to the name.
Maybe we should take it slow;
‘Cause these tragedies all end the same.
And there goes the cardboard-box man,
He’s worried that he might blow away
And he can’t stand up for the pressure of language:
It presses down upon his shoulders like the elephant in the room.
And he can’t make plans for what happens in the evening,
‘Cause his time is taken up howling at the moon.
And she says:
“You look a lot like Romeo,
But it’s hard to put a face to the name.
Maybe we should take it slow;
‘Cause these tragedies all end the same.
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When I was 119 in dog-years, I thought I fell in love.
She had those willowy-eyes, she could laugh when she tried;
And had a face like a tourist-attraction.
And I tried so hard to drink black-coffee,
Just to take the taste away.
But I had to go back to drinking mochaccino,
When she said she couldn’t stay.
When I was 110 in cat-years, I broke somebody’s heart;
Tore the fabric of my adolescence,
Ripped my experience apart.
And maybe I’m just foolish, perhaps I’m just naïve,
But my heart’s begun to ache,
Since it’s been worn on my sleeve.
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The Forgottenists
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Fugitive Orchestra Portsmouth, UK
Singer-Songwriter James Tattington began performing as Fugitive Orchestra after reading a passage in a J. G.
Ballard novel.
Fusing together Beatboxing, Live-Looping and Guitar, Fugitive Orchestra makes music best described as Alternative Jazz-infused, Bluesy Hip-Pop; drawing inspiration from the likes of Andrew Bird, LCD Soundsystem, Talking Heads, Paul Simon, Kate Bush and the Blue Nile.
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