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Hang Your Heart On A Crane

Why the coat, Little Bird?
Out there is raining but the cold only comes when
Your heart allows
I never understand why this cellphone of yours
Only plays the same song
In an endless repeat.
Some masterpiece from
Christian Gaubert

Those current voices come from here, Little Bird?
Our, unimaginable ventriloquism
Talking without words
Like two wizards
Reading our fates in poor
Coffee stains

We think the fate is a joke
Until we look inside our own eyes


Wipe this soda from my lips
No hands allowed
A little bit hard to think properly
Like a sane man
When those blue eyes of yours stare at me
Light me like a lens flare
My cellphone plays
Mind Mischief from Tame Impala
Expound in sounds all I want to do
From here on out

Why the coat, Little Bird?
The wind maker is asleep
In this dusk only you and me
Exists and are aware
Sit here in my easy chair
Put your hand over mine
Feel my Tesla Coil skin

It's not supposed to be romantic, ye know?

Browned hair Bird
The color that never fails
To turn a man blue
How you can spend all your energy during the day
And still gather everything you need?

Like an old blues
Coming rapidly
You came Little Bird
Playing the victim to me
While I know
We both are thugs and thieves waiting
To draw beautiful landscapes
With the blood of the innocents.

And every girl that I talk while I'm around
Seems the ghost of a ghost
They do not shine like a Little Bird
Nor cause a damned rackety explosion
When they sing

Little Bird
Your Mamma and Dadda
Will put your money in the desperate marble
Bank balcony
You'll never see it again

So pay your debt and lick
These cigarette ashes from my floor while
I grab your heart
And hang it on the highest crane
And I think that you cannot see
How nice I'm being

Warm bed, warm meal
Place your head in my pillow
And take
Your science fiction books
That's all that you need

We met last year, Girl
Three hundred and sixty four tears ago, Bird
Every year i'm gonna tell you the same tale, Girl
But I wonder
If I go faster and faster why I cannot get rid
Of your
Blue, Blurred, Teeth crooking, lens flare enlightening, submachine gun shooter, bone breaker, heart booster, eyes.

Why the coat, Little Bird
The icy fog came again?
The serpent soul pinchers?
So enter my house with your shiniest pair of shoes
But take off your eyelashes to talk to me.

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