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Written and performed for Ouzel fifth year anniversary compilation.
S. plays the guitar and the short-wave radio and does the voice, the motorway
does the background noises. Recorded the 28 of September 2003, somewhere
in the Lake's land. by a Sanyo cassette tape recorder mod. M2511
(Sanyo Electric Co. Ltd.). |
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I don't know if it is the crunchy noise of the lighter, the dried leafs that burns
or the or the orange light in the dark. I don't know if it is the taste of it. Or the coloured box. Or the need to waste some more time. The stain of nicotine on my fingers, the blue grey figures in transparency, the absolute lack of worthiness. It is all and nothing. and meaningless. As many other things. At times. But I am a smoker. And I can light another cigarette. At least. Shall I? It's good to stand here, seat down all alone in this box where I can hear noiselessly your steps. I wish you were here to start a new game. Would you ? |
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