Flowers of the City Lyrics
I dream in cold photographs
Consultations of taut calculation
Memory is like a bell
Brechtian, but just as well
Moving in some faithless speed
Nary a need for creed or creation
Embodiment of the mouth
Is what the spirit's about
And if it's justice for the stronger
Then is it justice any longer?
I am but the foodstuffs of old Marilyns, new Ophelias
The idea is of you
Bashfully marked and childishly marked
Whose admonition is a spree
In familiarity
To trust in musings untrue
Feelings estranged are ranged or restarted
Colors turn to reticence
Boughs turn to wrens
To make your saudade clearer
You should get a better mirror
I already used that line in a song of mine from so long ago
The streets are free
And death-like
Don't come to me
Debased by the fountains that bely the pike
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Take the history of god within your smile
Take the fallacy of time in every step
The life force knows, so be and bloom
The life force knows, so be and bloom
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