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Bosse-de-Nage – A Mimesis Of Purpose lyrics
Rows of tall, windowless buildings enclose a desolate street
All of their lines are rigid and clean
There is no garbage or dirt on any surface
A warm but dim light of indistinct origin
Causes their shadows to stretch unnaturally
And assume a color darker than midnight
Rows of tall, windowless buildings enclose a desolate street
All of their lines are rigid and clean
There is no garbage or dirt on any surface
A warm but dim light of indistinct origin
Causes their shadows to stretch unnaturally
An observer, his mind swollen and stale
Props his heavy body against a building
In order to concentrate
A silent mob drags a woman's limp body
Across the street in front of him
Her shirt rips exposing her breasts
This moment exerts pressure on the observer
He turns his gaze to a nearby tree
Its growth, a gesture invisible to his eyes
But persistently present, suggests alternative counsel
His fatigue is overwhelming
At such junctures a man determines how to dedicate his life
This moment exerts pressure on the observer
He turns his gaze to a nearby tree
His fatigue is overwhelming
All of their lines are rigid and clean
There is no garbage or dirt on any surface
A warm but dim light of indistinct origin
Causes their shadows to stretch unnaturally
And assume a color darker than midnight
Rows of tall, windowless buildings enclose a desolate street
All of their lines are rigid and clean
There is no garbage or dirt on any surface
A warm but dim light of indistinct origin
Causes their shadows to stretch unnaturally
An observer, his mind swollen and stale
Props his heavy body against a building
In order to concentrate
A silent mob drags a woman's limp body
Across the street in front of him
Her shirt rips exposing her breasts
This moment exerts pressure on the observer
He turns his gaze to a nearby tree
Its growth, a gesture invisible to his eyes
But persistently present, suggests alternative counsel
His fatigue is overwhelming
At such junctures a man determines how to dedicate his life
This moment exerts pressure on the observer
He turns his gaze to a nearby tree
His fatigue is overwhelming
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