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Foreign Telegram - Spy Thriller Disco Scene

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Текст с Bandcamp’а: “Counting leaves fall in the plaza, We are circling talking nowhere Between Bedouin chants and Krishna drums, Your words are walking out of our lives. These nights of vigil, of sleeping against doors, In another city full of the walking dead. As if I’m falling and I can’t awake. I see you found us another intrigue. What now and how many times must we Play through the same old argument Once again, we left the door ajar So gouge another piece of what’s left of me. I can see the salt flats glittering in the rain, I can see the graffiti marring the Wailing Wall, The red in the sky that lights up the desert… The dead factories rusting in the retrofit neon… Then back again at your doorsteps Where I fear myself the most, Your deprecated politeness And my tired courtesies… What now and how many times must we Play through the same old argument Once again, we left the door ajar So gouge another piece of what’s left of me. The mangled web of mysteries withstanding, Standing at the threshold of who we are, Let’s disregard the religion of youth, Drop out of this irony and nostalgia. Wear our worst fears on our faces, Paint our skins a new color, Let’s go out into the night Let’s go out tonight. What now and how many times must we Play through the same old argument Once again, we left the door ajar So gouge another piece of what’s left of me. from Skin Jobs, released March 6, 2005“

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