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Opale

by Tina Ratzinger

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1.
Nevermore 03:00
You don't have that grace anymore All your life smells like nevermore You don't mind the phlegm anymore All the time you shiver and bore You just need some blood You just have a knife You just need some wine You just have your fears Oh Lord you're nervous Like a dead hen My Lord what's happened In your long night You Lord you're safe now In a long dream My Lord you're nervous Your eyes are open
2.
Journeys 02:23
I stand there alone I feel it in my bones I'm starring at the east People goes like beasts All the dreams are clean And all the screams are muffled All the cars at dawn Drive some journeys, down All the roads are drowned I dive within the stones I stand there again It starts to soak my brain I'm starring at the beasts They go down just like this All the days are clean And all the screams are muffled
3.
I stand here on the line Behind which there's a hole I stand here in the cold No need for your waves And now who cares, who minds Nothing left from the past few days Nothing stands in our flesh But some ills And now who lives in the pain I stand here on the line Just beside the hole I stand here on a island It is falling
4.
Run that way 02:18
Run Run that way Don't even try to say that you want more You're trapped Run as a prey You're trapped
5.
Opale 02:46
Ceux qui sans se soucier Des airs qu'ils propagent Ceux qui sans pourtant crier Ont l'air de sauvages Eux qui ramassent demain Se voient déjà hier Ceux qui sur les hauteurs S'imprègnent du vide Ceux pour qui les grandeurs Se teintent d'acide Eux qui ramassent pour rien Se noyaient déjà hier Dans leurs circuits Brûlent des lames Elles s'enchainent à leurs corps Les trainent ailleurs Dans leurs pupilles Circule la lave Des volcans éteints depuis toujours À l'intérieur de leurs corps On voit le vide Sur leurs os pâles L'opale traîne ici ou là Dans leurs cervelles Ils campent là-haut Ne savent plus quoi faire De leurs ailes
6.
Red-haired 02:57
The station falls And some pictures Some nice slivers The station falls I saw you there You, pretty red-haired Your smile goes down on me Your eyes stroke down the time The station falls I saw you go Some pictures fall Some blue memories You pretty red-haired Your smile goes down on me Your eyes stroke down the time
7.
You have to run Oh don't stumble I'm just behind You have to think About your hands I will cut off You're the sinner Who will burn Another bastard It's your turn The dirty hands On my lovely bird That dirty look I will cool down You have to run No don't stumble I may have a gun You have to sleep In the pain for hours Your velvet dream is gone I will snatch Every parts Of your being
8.
Hangover 03:25
Where is our fucking youth Where does it get lost Where is the sonic lash And who still have a ghost
9.
No day 02:23
There is no day We just float between two waves There are no things We just think about the blank There are no goods Wild section goes away We're just arrived That's the big after We're just arrived Can't tell if it's better Where I go I feel like a stranger
10.
Walking over the lands Drifting as a bird and go Always South To move and dream in circles Hanging around and see The Lord as a bird who go Always far To catch the Thing across the air As the Thing spreads The Lord sadly goes Over the lands The lands below Drift as well The moon so close Shines like hell The towns below Shift today We sadly watch The waste of time Everything looks tired Everything could have slept For thousand years For thousand years we dreamed Just didn't know the Lord and the Thing For thousand years we prayed Just didn't want to wake Inside a shape of this town

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released December 30, 2014

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