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If anyone was wondering, Richard Gasquet advanced to his first semi final,
largely in part due to SIHD support.
the first 2 are about movies, if you know which ones you win a prize.
"Whale Song"
she washed up on the beach,
thirty feet from where the boy was found quite fast asleep.
"did you know about this sir? and you let my child swim?"
i'll give you the head, the tail, the whole damn thing.
this isn't just a shoal. (you followed me to the shallows)
the water's cold... and red
i see him now! beautiful and rogue.
just please take me home.
barrel's up through august!
slow ahead and on til morning.
i think he's under us.
i think he's under us now. (tell my wife i love her)
to save the early autumn
we bait ourselves this evening.
i think he's cracked the hull,
we're dead in the water now.
(there's a nice breeze...
open the window.)
i fell asleep underwater,
i can't see anything through this blue
but i lost the only thing that mattered.
i dropped it...
i'm sorry.
we're the only ones out here.
lower me into the water,
i can see him coming closer.
you're the only chance i have.
the ship is disappearing,
captain! he's eating you alive.
i'm leading you to shore,
you're leading me to sea.
i'm leaving you for sure,
you're beating me.
eating you alive... smile please.
"Nuke the Site from Orbit"
drag on your last breath,
you've been here before.
what's pulling you back in?
at the heart of this site
is the smallest bit of hope, of love,
a way back home...
pray to the red lights,
pray that you're reading it wrong.
it won't be long now.
are your hands just shaking
or are they ready to come off?
we're not alone up here.
do you want it on your feet or on your knees?
i keep this for close encounters.
they're in the room now.
the feeling of dismemberment is nothing new,
an empty chest is not strange.
seems like we're always in the dark,
waging a war in vain or
launching futile and fruitless efforts.
efforts that leave us empty
and tasting much sweeter.
if i could make it out
i swear i'd never go back.
if i ever made it out...
why on the ground?
why am i always down here?
(it's too close...)
at this proximity success is impossible.
when i'm this close i can't say no...
I should've done this from space.
do you want it on your feet or on your knees?
You've been in my life so long, I can't remember anything else.
i've tried for fifty years,
i've done this before.
i've watched the ones i love wither away,
melt to nothing.
tragic, violent, passing.
--
sing cage bird,
you now can sleep.
sweet songstress,
you are so free.
sing cage bird,
your chest won't bleed.
perched on my wrist,
i set you free.
what do we do now?
what the fuck do we do now?
"The Swimming Song"
this music box you gave to me,
the prettiest one i've ever seen.
a song to move the birds
from a city that overlooks the sea. i said:
remember when we married?
speak of it like dead and buried
while i sow revenge on a yellow dress,
i swore it an accident.
i pledge my love to you,
I'll shine bright yellow when you're pale blue...
it hurts so much to say
but on night's like this it's hard not to
howl at the moon.
and only the stars are not alone
our lips are haunted ships
you passed me by and couldn't spare the wind.
who fills your sails today?
who accompanies you on the lonely sea?
i cast myself a shore,
unsure of the season but positively a wreck.
i'd walk a thousand planks,
i'll give this island your last name.
swim to me.
i followed trails of water from the beach to your bedroom.
how could you? how could you?
swim to me.
This will have to end with a Wedding or a Funeral.
I'm leaving you, and I'm not just saying that.
our lips are haunted ships, i still feel the rip each time your finger tips...
i've lost my grip, wrapped up in my anchor's coil.
there's so much more and these are worded weirdly but i write weird now i wish i didn't oh well PEACE!
If anyone was wondering, Richard Gasquet advanced to his first semi final,
largely in part due to SIHD support.
the first 2 are about movies, if you know which ones you win a prize.
"Whale Song"
she washed up on the beach,
thirty feet from where the boy was found quite fast asleep.
"did you know about this sir? and you let my child swim?"
i'll give you the head, the tail, the whole damn thing.
this isn't just a shoal. (you followed me to the shallows)
the water's cold... and red
i see him now! beautiful and rogue.
just please take me home.
barrel's up through august!
slow ahead and on til morning.
i think he's under us.
i think he's under us now. (tell my wife i love her)
to save the early autumn
we bait ourselves this evening.
i think he's cracked the hull,
we're dead in the water now.
(there's a nice breeze...
open the window.)
i fell asleep underwater,
i can't see anything through this blue
but i lost the only thing that mattered.
i dropped it...
i'm sorry.
we're the only ones out here.
lower me into the water,
i can see him coming closer.
you're the only chance i have.
the ship is disappearing,
captain! he's eating you alive.
i'm leading you to shore,
you're leading me to sea.
i'm leaving you for sure,
you're beating me.
eating you alive... smile please.
"Nuke the Site from Orbit"
drag on your last breath,
you've been here before.
what's pulling you back in?
at the heart of this site
is the smallest bit of hope, of love,
a way back home...
pray to the red lights,
pray that you're reading it wrong.
it won't be long now.
are your hands just shaking
or are they ready to come off?
we're not alone up here.
do you want it on your feet or on your knees?
i keep this for close encounters.
they're in the room now.
the feeling of dismemberment is nothing new,
an empty chest is not strange.
seems like we're always in the dark,
waging a war in vain or
launching futile and fruitless efforts.
efforts that leave us empty
and tasting much sweeter.
if i could make it out
i swear i'd never go back.
if i ever made it out...
why on the ground?
why am i always down here?
(it's too close...)
at this proximity success is impossible.
when i'm this close i can't say no...
I should've done this from space.
do you want it on your feet or on your knees?
You've been in my life so long, I can't remember anything else.
i've tried for fifty years,
i've done this before.
i've watched the ones i love wither away,
melt to nothing.
tragic, violent, passing.
--
sing cage bird,
you now can sleep.
sweet songstress,
you are so free.
sing cage bird,
your chest won't bleed.
perched on my wrist,
i set you free.
what do we do now?
what the fuck do we do now?
"The Swimming Song"
this music box you gave to me,
the prettiest one i've ever seen.
a song to move the birds
from a city that overlooks the sea. i said:
remember when we married?
speak of it like dead and buried
while i sow revenge on a yellow dress,
i swore it an accident.
i pledge my love to you,
I'll shine bright yellow when you're pale blue...
it hurts so much to say
but on night's like this it's hard not to
howl at the moon.
and only the stars are not alone
our lips are haunted ships
you passed me by and couldn't spare the wind.
who fills your sails today?
who accompanies you on the lonely sea?
i cast myself a shore,
unsure of the season but positively a wreck.
i'd walk a thousand planks,
i'll give this island your last name.
swim to me.
i followed trails of water from the beach to your bedroom.
how could you? how could you?
swim to me.
This will have to end with a Wedding or a Funeral.
I'm leaving you, and I'm not just saying that.
our lips are haunted ships, i still feel the rip each time your finger tips...
i've lost my grip, wrapped up in my anchor's coil.
there's so much more and these are worded weirdly but i write weird now i wish i didn't oh well PEACE!