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Demons die, and new ones grow
Elastic shadows that statues throw
Behind the back of a dying sun…
New demons come.

Demons die, demons fade
And from the dregs of the just decayed
Spitting rivulets of fire and fear…

A dissipation of pain is more important than
When it begins.
Its above any love I have
To see these bruises for my sins.
And its not about what we are, today
Its an unspecific stage.
Its the rate of desiccation
That I anticipate.

What makes you so divine
Is it your ruthless ambition
Is it your insane desire
Or your singular vision
If you can symbolise the stars
In sixteen bars, with two guitars
You must think you are a magician

(J. Johnson & M. Maclaine)

Meditation on the new
Another version of an I Love You
It's a variation on a theme
It's attraction speaking a different name
Oh you can't imagine how
Nice it is to write it down

There's a quick quick quickening of my pulse and my pace
And I think it's sickening how I have to save my face
And a drip drip trickling of a lethargy inside
Keeps me comatose when I'm on my toes so I'm half alive

If I can't play fair
With you I cannot play at all
What do I do

dyu see how our skies, are falling in love
on your floor, with two shoes and a glove, oh
but what will we do today
maybe invent some senseless sentence to say

i am here, and you can't smoke yeah-h-h
oh if you must, its just a private joke
on a old tv show yeah-h-h

Lyrics:

I love my love with every letter of the alphabet.
I love my love in every language I know.
I love my love in ways I haven't counted yet.
oh oh oh.

My love my love my love I love you so

Face to face, in a crowded basement
You were all amazement
That I should hate the way that I am just a replacement
I said, don't rebound on me, I am not a tennis court
This is not Monopoly or a spectator sport
Maybe it used to be but I've been through too much
Talk, but don't touch, just
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin

You try to multiply your speed by time to get your distance
But you don’t see the wood for the tress
An experiment with existence
Is showing up anomalies
You see the day dissolve into the morrow
And the slow growing of your second skin
Adrenaline begins in the marrow
And then intoxicates your oxygen