Foreign Telegram - Nana

Текст с Bandcamp’а: “She knows it’s all not lit by candlelight. She believes in the moonlight; IT seems good. The neon, the crows, All taken away with the morning light. (All senses gouged, All tenses stripped.) ...七、八、九、十、自由、 At last calm, at last peace. At last released. The paraffin burns, Her eyes open like atom bombs. 『連れて往って』she whispers but is not heard About her, on the street alive with lust. (Undressed and pinned, Undressed and pinned, in her shadow box.） ...七、八、九、十、自由、 At last calm, at last peace. At last released. You wind your way back through the past you hate. Absently rapping at closed doors. How automatic the benign, Obtused by the cornered, And sneered at by the corpses. You’re pushing your way through the other lives, Somatic in the rush, Desperate and forlorn... Can’t you hear her? ...七、八、九、十、自由. ...七、八、九、十、自由. ...七、八、九、十、自由. from Skin Jobs, released March 6, 2005“