Machina Mimesis (In The Corner Cafe) lyrics
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Artist: Fall Of The Leafe
Album: August Wernicke
Lyrics
Nothing less than the sound of footsteps
Condensing into a shape
Sneaking into the murky urban café³ of crispy mornings
Realized it was a mirror after hours of work. they are filth
And also easily lost in the labyrinth of the theory of their
Own art - this easily percepted. within the 4 years
Of rain it became my own microscopic macondo. it all meant little, if
Nothing what is the frase I look for... chaotic dementh
Ah yes indeed. been there before, fair lady? a copper medal I won
At the chill-kill that day: putrid run, salt... torment
Thirst. two fierce feasting parties wishing me warmly welcome in
The aftermath of their own cold war. neo-colonialistic freaks
Says i. tempers increase to hatred and vanish - in cataleptic
Disorders. an apparatus of something, don t really know what
Remnant of the good that succumbed in man once? the absolute
Legion of oddity. now guess what in the world machina mimesis is?
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
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