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David Keenan

Keep The Peace, Prepare For War

 

Keep The Peace, Prepare For War

(альбом: Evidence Of Living - 2018)


I impersonate the iron age, while you the age of gold
We learn upon a tight rope in delirium and grace
We are street children, we are urchins
We love drinking from the well
Tangled in each other, on the marble floor
Keeping the peace by preparing for war

Well I smoked my recommendations in the name of our dormant dream
You sold the last of the Chinese ink to a priest who then married a queen
Wrap me up, women's clothing for to keep the cold at bay
The laughter kept us warm, drawing maps upon the floor
Keeping the peace by preparing for war

Waho

Let's hear some noise for a tuned in girl and boy
In the echos of the handball alley when the air is but a pregnant breath
No I won't pay rent, I'm giving You up for lent
No I won't pay rent, I'm giving You up for lent
But your whistling still remains in my ear

I kneel in the name of not knowing, then we sprint to the empty museum
You are covered in expectation while I get covered in mud
Oh I ask the moon for some counceling but she said oh she wasn't sure
So I swam out to shallower waters
Keeping the peace by preparing for war

I light a candle for safe passage
Then we head to the freshers ball
Dressed in clothes, ancient Persian
We had stolen from saint Vincent de paul
We agreed if we were to marry we'd build that house with an orange door
Ink these words on our body; keep the peace by preparing for war

Waho

Let's hear some noise for a tuned in girl and boy
In the echos of the handball alley when the air is but a pregnant breath
No I won't pay rent. I'm giving You up for lent
No I won't pay rent. I'm giving You up for lent
But your whistling still remains in my ears

Sure it's been this way for years

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