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Of Montreal

Après Thee Dèclassè

 

Après Thee Dèclassè

(альбом: Freewave Lucifer f<ck f^ck f>ck - 2022)


I was a pussy in case he's a cunt
Mood is a frown and I hope that it brings you
Down, I hope it brings you down
I was offensive or he was a twat
A face in the ground and I hope that it brings you
Down, I hope it brings you down
Nobody asked you, pretend like you care
There's a splinter in your gown and I hope that it brings you
Down, I hope it brings you down

I'm glad that's gruesome bloody remnants
Of Alice Ann Bailey
Unsweetened for your displeasure
Wheezing competitors, I have a hunch that
Knowledge is arrived at through abstraction
Music languishes in restive air
Earth Angel, abuse my substance
Sex gelatine miasma

Blavatskian Millenarian movement
Of theosophist scorned
Through mediumistic contact every tree
Dreams of blotting out the sky
She's in his thorn of crowns
And I hope that it brings you down
Is it important to say
Black chrome rodents?
I really hope it brings you down
Even love has cold hands
When logic is the enemy

Incentives to return into the sea-caves
Joro spiders menacing the eves
Foreign voices beading on my hands and
I am the demiurge of dead books

One more story of Lovers Rock
What's your worst trance
I score to hold you
In perfect hexagram
I am a de-activist
Like birds of paradise lost
I can't wait until you love my rose

Every priest a gossip girl
Every priest a gossip girl
Every journalist a narc
Every journalist a narc
Fill your head with things you loathe
Fill your head with things you loathe
Lonely boy shit posting on a bench in McCarren Park

Photographer of Coprophagic turrets
Insects strike a chord
The chemical castration of Turing
Black chrome rodents of fallow seasons

And I hope it brings you down
And I hope it brings you down
And I hope it brings you down
And I hope it brings you down

He said getting hit doesn't hurt if you
Daydream decalcomania
Experimental prisoner crossed eyes
Sighs "liberation is too creepy"

And I hope it brings you down
And I hope it brings you down
And I hope it brings you down
And I hope it brings you down

Don't look for yourself in trauma
Tears of worm worsen the nude
Mood follicles maternal erection
S&M addendum

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