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La Marseillaise

Silverstein

Short Songs

2012

women.
In arms, citizens!
Form your battalions!
Let us march! (Let us march!)
Let this impure blood water our furrows.

Emily

Joanna Newsom

Ys

2006

by the river
I dreamed you were skipping little stones across the surface of the water
Frowning at the angle where they were lost, and slipped under

hostile lands, where wild animals rule, are my home. 

Where roaring waterfalls rush down rocky cliffs, 

Wild unbridled water ruins banks, 

Furrows its

faces

Laughter blended with moaning and bells 
F*** off all marketing phrases 

We don’t mind watering eyes Water loves to run down Furrows fertilized

ordained it.

You water it’s ridges you settle it’s furrows
You soften the ground with showers
You send forth the sun
Bringing warmth to the soil
And you

A woman's beauty is like a white
Frail bird, like a white sea-bird alone
At daybreak, after stormy night
Between two furrows upon the ploughed land

at the door, what was that?

There's water nearby, I can tell

Drop down to or pass on by?

Pass on by and after the meeting they asked me

If I would like

A stone in the harbor, a ripple at sea
A breeze in the parlor, the bend of your knee
The water train lurches and floats off the track
Sigma Oasis is

wondering about those things again

For its sinful and rife with evil to believe in that now
Wandering through streets that furrow my brow"

Being like you

name
A furrow, no more, this meridian line
No more does it define?
Hemispheres No pope had said it
Circulum non dedit
In Tordesillas, Alexander
Raised

Sometimes my thoughts 
are like lights on the water:
some calm and clear 
and the others they stutter,

feathered across 
the feel of the water

alongside you,
to break the ice, to dive into still waters,
to thrust my hands into fertile loams
or to lay myself upon you in sweet dreams of forgetting.

a bitch
Gonna make you feel like Hitch
Gonna make you feel like me (Yao)
Soaking demons from my tears (Yao)
Draw furrows on my cheeks
Hot water on my knees

unspoiled
Look at my furrows, at my veins
Look at my skin, addicted to dirt
Addicted to dried blood
Every pore needs a sign
As it grows
It must be disfigured

down on the rivers
Flowing through the fields
Look down on the farming man
Ploughing endless furrows
Poor old agricultural
Worrying over yields
Is there

Oouuu ou ah ou ah
Ouuuu ah ah
Ooouuuu ou ah ou ah
Oouuuu ah ah

Ohhh ouuuu
Ooouuu ou ah ou ah

I love the way how,
Your brows furrow down cause

leaved waterlily
The green sheathed dafodilliy
Tremble while the water cries

Willows whiten, Aspens shiver
Sunbeam showers break and quiver
In the stream

Talk about the beginning 
And the end of your vows 
Constellations tell you facts fucker 
Truth furrows your brow 
Talk about leaving silhouettes

Talk about the beginning 
And the end of your vows 
Constellations tell you facts fucker 
Truth furrows your brow 
Talk about leaving silhouettes

a hail of bullets, like a startled
Swarm of wasps
Charge! I urge my mount forward
over waves of tossing, frozen furrows
Coils of wire, tangled up
Make me

crowned scourge


My arrows to rust
A vortex of emptiness, devourer of souls
And water turns to blood
As swarms of pests obiterate
Everything that shines...

мате- мате- мате- математика, твою мать!

About devils

Round dance through gardens, not shaving off the beard, curves of furrow.
Where is not me, not

steel it
Ironing the creases
Smoothen out the furrows on your brow
Lease of your concerns like I'm borrowing your house

You look down
Is that the payment

very white and elongated face
He has a dark and deep wrinkle that furrows his face

The devil told me
That men no longer interested him
The devil told me