1. |
Creatures
03:33
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The past affair says it's a slip
Lay close, lay close
Drum up a fever in your pulse
Holy results
Oh...
No no, creatures!
Ah...
No no, creatures!
It is the ritualistic sort
The ceiling caught
To cut metallic bodies up
It starts and stops
Oh...
No no, creatures!
Ah...
No no, creatures!
Oh the feverish incline
The ritualistic kind
The composites now cut
Metallic bodies bind
No no creatures
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2. |
Once Upon A Time
03:31
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You collected my words
I could deny they were there
Each burgeoning breath inverted
You had none of your own crosses to bare
Once upon a time we had invincibility
Once upon a time, a dance ended you and me
Ceremonial silence, unconditional fires
Six years of worship 'til ours hearts were burned
I saw the beauty of the song in you
Falling prey to gilded death, we two
Once upon a time we had invincibility
Once upon a time, a dance ended you and me
Ceremonial silence, unconditional fires
Six years of worship 'til ours hearts were burned
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3. |
Jaws
02:52
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Do the plague of wives stir at every pause?
At the fifteenth gasp, just to split forced jaws
I don't give my presence loan for them
In the deaf fluorescence, such a cause
I owe no great provocation
Because I'm coming back tonight
Back tonight
Back tonight
The subtractions spill from the former debt
And the urge to end those vampiresque
They claim a mockery of my character
Is it a "deficit" or a dracula?
I want faithful confirmation
Because I'm coming back tonight
Back tonight
Back tonight
There's a tightrope for every frequency
Declarations of my sincerity
Run through Castlevania swift, my dear
You could take yourself away from here
I will give your expectations
Because I'm coming back tonight
Back tonight
Back tonight
Because I'm coming back tonight
Back tonight
Back tonight
Uh huh.
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4. |
The Constructor
03:36
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Say what you want
If it defends
I know you some, sometimes pretend
But out of the woods
Out of the ground
Into the glass
What have I found?
Don't know what's mine
I just die here all the time
From heights in which we waste
The shift in time and we're counting on the crime
The purpose is displaced
Say what you want
If it defends
I know you all, always pretend
But out of the woods
Out of the ground
Into the glass
What have I found?
Don't know what's mine
I just die here all the time
From heights in which we waste
The shift in time and we're counting on the crime
The purpose is displaced
Don't know what's mine
I just die here all the time
From heights in which we waste
The shipping time and we're counting on the crime
The purpose is displaced
Don't know what's mine
Don't know what's mine
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5. |
Spires
02:16
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Slower
Spires will see the end of every altitude
And closer
Than a façade, a decoration of the truth
That grows
Don't just come and go
Look behind myself and there's no-one else
Sometimes
Slower
Spires will see the end of every altitude
And closer
Than a façade, a decoration of the truth
Go slower
Spires will see the end of every altitude
And closer
Than a façade, a decoration of the truth
That shows
Don't just come and go
Look behind myself and there's no-one else
Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
The brave are free and gloriously dead
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6. |
A Primary Question
03:22
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The burnt mouth cries on your shoulder blades
And "death is collectable", it says
Tell your maid not to call
A primary question, a primary answer
You give
A secondary question, a secondary answer
You take
You try to be faultless
It lives and squeals for some sad delight
It makes the hands bleed into the lights
Tell your maid not to call
A primary question, a primary answer
You give
A secondary question, a secondary answer
You take
You try to be faultless
Try to be faultless
A primary question, a primary answer
You give
A secondary question, a secondary answer
You take
Tell your maid not to call...
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7. |
Lightness
03:49
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I ran from a vision whereby a chapel
Calls for admissions and scriptures so
The unison chasm
"Hail treacherous"
In their voice
As I'm fighting the knot that will not moved
To holding on, to keep giving up
It's just how I feel now murder has struck
'Cause we've been adrift for this final time
Lightness don't you dispute me now
Don't hide all your messages in a bottle
And bury intentions under the earth
Hysteria works with a mysterious hurt
You will always be questioning what was worth
To holding on, to keep giving up
It's just how I feel now murder has struck
'Cause we've been adrift for this final time
Lightness don't you dispute me now
Lightness don't you dispute me now
Lightness don't you dispute me now
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Roberta Fidora England, UK
Falling somewhere between Bet Lynch and David Lynch.
"Ideal synth pop for melancholics..." - MOJO Magazine.
New EP out now: robertafidora.bandcamp.com/album/apophonia
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