THE LOST TAPES Vol.43

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   Lonely bench overlooked by the passerby
   This, a testament to city life
   Fast, solitary, always in a hurry
   So much to do, to see
   So little time for trivialities
   For the quick mistake of sitting down for a minute or two
   Take in the air, realize the imperfection
   Feel bad for what it’s worth
   In comparison to that moment in living
   Epiphany to change a life
   This act of triviality 

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   She was trying to muffle her sobbing
   Under the yellow spotlight of a street lamp
   Castaway from the fervorous party inside the pub 

   When I finished my sobering walk around the block
   She wasn’t there anymore
   Only the memory of her sorrow stayed 

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   The dark figure stood still
   like a statue, on display
   Under the shadows of a closed shop
   Behind the clear glass doors
   Watching the monotonous scene before it
   Where nothing new really happens
   Once the picture snapped the statue moved
   It was a man, a fine man
   Kind and gentle, curious and confused
   I explained my reasons, we laughed
   I went my way 

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every second
somewhere around the world
a man screams 

there's a town
where this robot man lives
and it's full of phone lines 

they show up out of nowhere
and stay there, indefinitely
they carry the screams of all men
and they too scream 

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   Prefiro estar aqui, onde a alegria pode ser sentida
   Que na solitária estrada do caminho até em casa 

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Antes tão consciente de sua beleza
Musa negra, agora ignorante a valor
Perdida na fumaça fantasiada de névoa
De uma manhã noturna sem fim
Num mundo de noites infinitas
Olhando para baixo no fundo do poço
Vendo o breu em si, pelo véu atroz,
Nos frios olhos de um provedor