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Gabor
04:53
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We looked behind of her
Supported by poor hints we had
We would remind
Eventual lies
The tricks and the spells cast by mother and dad.
Existence is quite insane
A matter of loin and womb
We should refrain
Debating deeds of newborns
with different names between cradle and tomb.
Gay winters on pansy trees
Were flowing as she found it much
Easier to watch
Hands full of gifts
Rather than crossing the sights
With eventual secrets they hid.
Sweet days at home
Playing Chopin
She grew apart from the wind, but the rain was to come
Princesse, les louanges sont pour toi, et pour toi tout ici du palais est la cour
Au bas des escaliers les jours d'école, quand tu t'assieds au piano droit
Tu avais les clés des cœurs, des nerfs les rênes, tu etait ivre d'amour
Aux cheveux de sable et aux yeux de mer, ma petite Tza Tza Gabor.
It was for a whim of yours
that Daddy just could not deny
that summer sun
dried the spell,
while women came back from the shore
Dad couldn't rise from the asphalt as well.
In mourningful womenly years
at twenty a man crowded your youth,
then once again
trinity was
two hearts and an old lady, long with her silencing time.
At forty the Earth took its toll
but all those years were not enough
for Mom to find
revealing words
And silently
Centuries came
Poor Mother will die with her secrets, among those your name.
Princesse, les louanges sont pour toi, et pour toi tout ici du palais est la cour
Au bas des escaliers les jours d'école, quand tu t'assieds au piano droit
Tu avais les clés des cœurs, des nerfs les rênes, tu etait ivre d'amour
Aux cheveux de sable et aux yeux de mer, ma petite Tza Tza Gabor.
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2. |
Sketchy Building
04:19
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Wondering if your mom
Still does cleanings
Down in your town
Afternoon in the crowd
Gipsy child calls
Everyone "Dead"
As for me, I'm safe and sound
In my bed, bound
Sketchy building
As for me I'm safe and sound,
In the bay of Keen
Everyone bled.
(Wait for me,
Everyone.
I won't be late again,
I'll be on time.
I won't be late again,
I'll be on time.)
Said the bride to the groom
"mira el cuarto,
mira el muerto"
Said the boy with the gun...
He said nothing,
See how scared he was.
as for me I'm safe and sound
When above ground,
Sketchy building
as for me I'm safe and sound,
I was lost and found,
Sketchy building.
(Wait for me,
Everyone.
I won't be late again,
I'll be on time.
I won't be late again,
I'll be on time.)
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Morningside
03:39
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Morningside apart,
my horizon I can't map.
Everything's my fault,
your defense is cheering up.
It is hard to tell the lightshine
By the rolling shutters.
Always tried to recollect it from the start
It just happens, but Morningside's a park.
It is hard to tell my friends
From the stars,
Devoured by the paramount ambition,
It is late to find a cure.
Gone away,
All the mess is gone away,
The smile from my face, and so on.
Look how fun it always seems:
When your skin is tingling, look, it always rains.
And it hides the very bottom of the pain,
Well it means I'll love and live a life of shame.
Live a life of shame.
It is hard to tell my friends
From the stars
Devoured by the paramount ambition,
It is late to find a cure.
Gone away,
All the mess is gone away,
The smile from my face, and so on.
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Locust Devotee
06:10
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We started a betrayal,
let it ring on
loud, in the brackish air.
Binocular vortex
Unmeasurable,
Empyrean was Thy husband,
and Abyss, he was Thy bride.
Once we understood the whole pace
Animals knew Thy name:
jarring as loud as a child,
Time was a Father.
Were the dovish roses
stretching in the dew
despite an afternoon sun?
Going back inside
Suddenly a gate:
Phantoms of ageless wars
we fought like heroes.
Phantoms of ageless wars.
So it happened, Locusts came
from across the sea
late at night.
No white sheets, nor bible belt,
seagull's majesty
blowing trumpets.
What a celebration of waste
mirrored in the window pane
of the rooms prepared for those
Locust Devotee!
They climbed walls to see.
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Uljhan
05:57
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Did you like
slaps before your eyes
(so warm and light, they really tasted like nothing)
as you found
so screwy was Divine
that you could fall in love, and kiss Him happy?
Just to be sure he was the one to slaughter.
Just to reveal and choke on holy water
in dirty basins made of lumber wood,
in dirty basins made of lumber wood.
Anyway
Have you seen the face of Christ
Feared the worst, for it occurred in hiding?
He was inquired,
thus hastily redeemed,
crossed in a jump over an open gate
ajar on the only necessary step.
Later you praised a scam and tender knowledge.
Issues of death, cruel silence they provided,
when noisy was the roofing really needed.
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The Sun
06:29
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The sun goes up, the sun goes down
It happens on both sides of the world.
The sun goes up, the sun goes down
It happens on both sides of the world,
It happens on both sides of the world.
Sometimes the wind changes just for a while,
You may reckon it for a while.
There is some time to play for you
Just for a while.
Sometimes the wind changes just for a while,
just don't assume it's for a while.
There is some room to play for you, then
something else's going on.
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Family
03:19
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Family
they were sure it was a chant
Or at least
they were passing off as such
Family
I was sure it came off guard
Amazement
such a seemly and decent awe
Two withered lives
suddenly allowed to share
Redeeming something, finally
other than misery.
Strawberries,
pink and candid strawberries
You climbed up to me
coming from San Diego Bay
Strawberries,
many hours just ticked away
Purposeless
And our dread just looked purposeless
No need to foster
Our barbarian solitude.
Redeeming something finally,
other than misery.
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Luigi Porto New York, New York
Italian born, based in NYC, devoted to the uncanny.
Porto's albums are released on
Respirano Records, La Lumaca Dischi, Cold Current Productions, Cineploit Records, Snowdonia Dischi.
He owns and runs Respirano Studio in Manhattan, a sound design and sound art facility.
His music has been performed at international venues including Carnegie Hall, Cannes La Croisette, Venice Film Festival.
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