Piano Magic - Artists Rifles (2001) by Piano Magic (보컬) on maniadb.com

On the forecourts of French libraries from Reignac to Marseilles
The rain rattles small cars, clouds drape over backseats
I am a photograph in your satchel, between a paperback and cigarettes
I am the dead bird on the gravel, neck snapped from last night's Northwesterly
But no peace, no closure
But no peace, no closure
Beside these roads that halt like jetties, beneath circling murders are leafless trees
Drowning at the knees; some burnt to the fingertips
And here my tracks sink, end, return as I walked in and out of you
And here my tracks sink, end, return as I walked in and out of you
But no peace, no closure
But no peace, no closure
Driving back through the town
The road map-pinned by Pharmacie signs winking up-road
The cars slice the afternoon with a guillotine slush
As it bleeds into a night peppered by stars and planes to Japan
And the changing of gears jilts the cats from the walls
The truth lives with you
The truth lives with you
But no peace, no closure
But no peace, no closure
But no peace, no closure
But no peace, no closure

We sail on the bad tide
We sail on the bad sea
From your heart to my heart with sails cut from mercy
From your heart to my heart
From Summer to Spring
We row through the Dead Sea to the deader within

I have thought about you in your Summer abode
In your lunatic smock, in chronicle mode
The typewriter smack as you nail in the words
And the turntable's drunk reflection occurs
I have thought about you in your grasshopper pose
And the cigarette smoke carving trails through your clothes
Your Spanish guitar pins your bed to the floor
So your dreams can't escape and they're yours evermore
Paris, she bleeds night into her cup
As you index the birds and you label them up

My password is a dead aunt's name
A monument, a testament
My password is a dead aunt's name
A cenotaph, a shallow grave
I'm thirty one and fading fast
Forget the past, repeat the past
I'm thirty two and fading fast
I started last and I finished last