[Spoken Intro]
(So states of unsatisfaction, objects which we see, or which reveal an absence, with the only force of which the individual recovers is susceptive uniqueness. So you might consider as the option that isolated existence of ours is the chance to exceeding what we can do without the power to do it. It’s all very well precise and votively mysteriously which, he, like the stone statue, encroaches in ability. I now present the poet is eager to extract some petrified valintromness of the past, but the images which he left are situated in a life which was open and infinite in Baudelaire’s sense of the word, that is to say, unsatisfied. It is therefore misleading to maintain that Baudelaire wanted the impossible statue or that he could not exist, unless we immediately add that he wanted the impossible far more than he wanted the statue…)
[Verse 1]
We saw you from the urchin's side from under the boat
We saw you making knots, we saw you get the rope
The boy appearing on the deck, you're making it lurch
The bubble of your interest's ready to burst
[Refrain]
He whistles and he runs
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 2]
We saw you in distraction, a sleeping slow despair
Rehearsing interaction, he wasn't even there
A creature is a creature though you wish you were the wind
The boat will not stop moving if you tie him up until the end
[Chorus]
He whistles and he runs so hold him fast
Breathe the burn, you want to let it last
He might succumb to what you haven't seen
He has a keen eye for what you didn't see
When the cadaverous mob saves their doors for the dead men
You cannot leave
When the cadaverous mob saves its doors for the dead men
You cannot leave
[Instrumental Break]
[Bridge]
When the cadaverous mob saves its doors for the dead men
You cannot leave
When the cadaverous mob saves its doors for the dead men
You cannot leave
[Instrumental Outro]
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