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You were born a symphony of stone
An equation of fate
Of your tiny heart rate
It bound you to your bloodline
The people you called parents, and loved
You awoke with hunger on your lips
Once you'd slipped from those hips
Once you'd made life your own
Into the palace of youth, from a desert of sleep
You were born a planet in prayer
In a moment of silence
In a splitting of air
A fusion of our bloodlines
Your beating, breathing being, we loved!
Yes we loved
We loved
You lived
So we lived
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And you stirred a people into song
A rejoicing of hands that was missing so long
You breathed a family into life
You made him a husband
And you made her a wife
We loved
Yes, we loved
You lived…
You are loved, love!
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Apathy / Apatheia
04:19
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One day, they'll paint our faces
And they'll stretch our skin
Until we finally give in
For they are nasty, brutish and tall
And they will kill everything
They'll gobble us all
Resolve to hide when they speak
All of their teachings drown in our moments of peace
What you knew we, too, will forget
But may we never grow up enough to regret
See that you don't let your digital mistakes haunt you
Most men lead lives
Of little deaths and quiet desperation
And most men lead lives
Of little deaths and suffering
One day, we must get older
And beg to be loved
Until we keel over
But what is this heart if not a spring?
And what are these tendons, if they are not strings?
Adult, am I not the future?
Are we not the present, the soon-to-be past?
Oh you'll die cold, if you can't perceive
That I am sooner a swarm of bees
Than a sole, static 'me'
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Nothing Touches Me
04:01
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They don't build them like they used to
They don't make them quite like me
I've been a creature of mistakes
But it takes a life to learn that fate
Nothing touches me
I was the first and only
I am totally new
And I will not die a useless dot
I will not fall victim to any age
Nothing touches me
I am invincible!
I am surely unbreakable!
Nothing touches me
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Goudougoudou
07:36
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The contours of your contortions
The flicker in your hands
The eyes behind the eyelids
The eyes that I can’t withstand
All were fixed upon you
And your body ballet
The landscape of your young shape
The age you learned to age
Grew ideas in your eyes, dear
And boldness in your advance
The desperate fits within you
And your body ballet
The ground shakes, like I do
With the terror of your taste
And clenching up my eyes
My thoughts drip up your thighs
My heartbeat in my feet
But I cannot love…
I’m scared of your sticky kisses
The scent I know as yours
You were the holiest of whores
You were the God of frolic!
Have we lost our play?
Was this that childhood lullaby of love?
What happened to that childhood lullaby of love?
It was violence masquerading as love
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02:53
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“Make a wish, but don't wish for money because it's unlucky
Wish for something close to your heart
What you wished for was from the heart
And what you wished for will definitely come true for the future
Your lifeline is good and your lifeline is strong
From there to there is the line of life
You have wills and ways of your own which will always remain with you, true to your heart
There's no death in your hand and there's no death to come
You will never come to be a burden in life and you will never come to be a trouble
Because independence you will keep ‘til the end
Stick in well with your studying, because it will pay off for you
You will pass it with flying colours
Your career will play a big part in your life
Because I see you going to the top in career, but I never see you coming down
You won't end your days in the house you're living in
Because you will leave from there and change your surroundings
There's a journey to be taken over water – I want you to take it
And when you take that journey you'll come back lighter in your heart and in your mind
Don't live in the past, I want you to live for the future
Because the future's got more happiness in it, than whatever the past holds
And I do see you've got a good future
You've got a happy one ahead
And I have got no bad news to tell you”
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When We Were Children
06:24
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Your black skin shone out
And your eyes hung in the dark
Like the full beams
When we stop, time stops
Because who will reset the clocks, if no one’s counting?
When we were children, we knew that life meant potential of dying
And pulling faces won’t stop you expiring
But your beauty is oh so sweet
And ever lasting
Remember worship
This was our parish
Where we were doomed to perish
Remember glances
And skinless eyes which would beg you to love them
Quivering thighs which would need you above them
But what will become of your body
When all of your beauty is gone?
Tell me what will become of your body
When it’s gone, gone, gone
And eyes screwed up tight
Lips which cling to a hand, “mercy, mercy!”
When we were children, we knew that one day we’d beg for devotion
We knew that beauty was always in motion
We knew that one day we’d bury our dear ones
We knew that one day we’d see love’s destruction
But your beauty is oh so brief
And never lasting
And you say,
“I have no answers to all these questions
I have no answers to your multitude of questions”
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AJIMAL UK
“Soporific, pianistic folk...displaying a charmingly earnest approach.” The Fly
"A new benchmark
for sensitive pop in 2013"
Ajimal is the solo project for Newcastle’s Fran O’Hanlon – a collaborative ‘in-ear experiment’ with the aim of writing about the interplay between ideas from music, medicine, art, ideas, literature, science and stories.
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