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Gloster (EP)

26-08-2008







1. What Katie did at last

Katie was mistaken in champions
Champions have flower medals
Katie looked into the sky
Sky are full of lake’s and pirates.

White teeth bite black cats
Black cats hate your champions
Katie forget all that she has
In crosses, in criminal temples.

Katie looked into the sky
Sky give birth to the best, best
Month of anxiety
Anxiety for empty belly.
They pray for a flowers
Behind the closed door.
Bad champions dead, as
Darwin

Beautiful champions sleep in the middle
Beautiful champions sleep in the middle
Beautiful champions fuck the God
But God is stuck in hold-up



2. Ashes of the pianist

I don't burn in hell, i don't mourn in heaven
Our stupid Ibos are fucken bad dancers
They do not know each other
stupid homeless couple in love
We're such a sea, that they thrust in
an umbrella from the playground

people blossom with names
ships blossom with names
armies blossom with names
It's just us that are nameless
like the ashes of pianist from Titanik

please make a picture of how you cry
please make a picture of how you love
please make a picture of how you want me to never exist


Moscow fears the sea's trace
Moscow fears stones from fairy lands
But Elly's house hits at the very spot.
I see red in your wounds
the same red
that beats on my left shoulder
under a leather jacket
you can't compose tenderness of lego blocks
It's just us that are nameless
like pixels of your desktop


3. Gloster

my scars are a great design
for your cotton shirt
my anger is a great lullaby
for your uncomfortbl bedroom
my anger is a great summer
If everything else is the void
inside the big bag from the shop upstairs


ficus had a mouthful of norther air
your beaty got no place for autumn
ficus grows in your uncomfortbl bedroom
I love to watch you eating apples
and spitting their seed into my arms

you're my left bank
i'm heading towards you through shallow waters
i'm a garlad floating in your mochito
which you're spilling in your uncomfortbl bedroom
i'm a b-movie hero with villains beside me
I`m fucken cuteness
but you don't give a fuck
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