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I LOVE THOSE PLACES

by Giselle Cleres

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1.
Coincidence 02:52
Coincidence (by Giselle Cleres) Let it be as it comes and goes for years. I've made a bet for the love of coincidence. Don't dare to ask: "Please, would you stay?" "As a friend, I'm not supposed to", you could say. Twice to chance on someone three is magic if I had only a for leaved clover Twice to chance on someone three is magic if I had only a for leaved clover Our city is small and the world's too big our insatiable horizon dies of thirst. My back bends to the ground, my head swims. If you go I fear no return. Do I really twice chance on someone three is magic if I had only a four-leaved clover. Twice to chance on someone three is magic if I had only a four-leaved clover.
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High gallery 03:13
High gallery (by Giselle Cleres) Long sidewalks frame our history. Don't be impatient. Trust in time no fire escape brings us out. Long up and down walks talk of life. Irradiant lines play on your face. Hear them laugh, hear them cry.
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Pitch-and-toss (by Giselle Cleres) Let's toss a coin for a trip into the blue you've got to choose and you bet I will lose. If you were sailor, sailor, sailor overboard I promise I wouldn't fail ya, fail ya, fail ya nevermore. We're certainly caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. I Hope that you don't mind to blush up to the ears. When I kiss you, kiss you, kiss you it was tail. But when I miss you, miss you, miss you I've lost the game. I'm upside down and you take the view. See nothing's on the line but something new. Chances twist and spin and twirl and give the beat, I bet I, I bet you let me, let me, let me close the deal. There's more than nothing, nothing, nothing in between we don't only live on air and love and air and love and air but if, if you were sailor, sailor, sailor overboard, I would save you, save you, save you evermore……. two sides of a coin, two sides of a coin two sides of a coin, two sides of a coin Let's toss a coin for a trip into the blue you've got a chance and I've got to choose. If you were sailor, sailor, sailor overboard, I promise I wouldn't fail you, fail you,fail you nevermore, I would save you, save you, save you evermore, evermore, evermore, evermore.
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Glass 04:30
Glass (by Giselle Cleres) Once you watched through a glass door another time through a window on the fifth floor, I touched your back a thousand times in my fantasies, touched the space of only you and me. Do not ever turn around if I may not touch your face. Even when I you lay my hands on your chest, my cold fingers couldn't hide my first regrets of longing to melt into your kiss but then I feared there's nothing left which keeps us safe. Do not ever turn around if I may not touch your face. We move on glass beads but the won't carry us, thicken the bell glass that sits over us. Paint the pane of glass 'til we picture glass is made of us. Paint the pane of glass 'til we picture glass is made of us. What we've got is much to precious to put at stake. Too easy to let go, so hard to resist you. How I wish to break the glass in two better than hazy fantasies that won't come true. Do not ever turn around if I may not touch your face. We move on glass beads but the won't carry us, thicken the bell glass that sits over us. Paint the pane of glass 'til we picture glass is made of us. Paint the pane of glass 'til we picture glass is made of us. Mind the glass make it visible, we are in danger to get physical, the real touch cuts sharper than splinters might hurt us when our illusions are only made of wafer-thin glass.
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Parasite 04:13
Parasite (by Giselle Cleres) Little animal circled around you in awhile. Little animal's getting hungry you are as thick as thieves. Your mind is swamped with dirt shed a tear 'cause it can swim like an acrobat twists his body towards the wind. Once you've locked your pedantic head it will come to beat your heart itself. Then forgive us please, forgive yourself. It's not easy it might be too late. Little animals are growing stronger inside your chest, they adapt themselves to you redoubled makes it good or worse. Take a breather else you eat yourself away or do you want to leave it to your fate. Once you've locked your pedantic head it will come to beat your heart itself. Then forgive us please, forgive yourself. It's not easy it might be too late, it's not easy you might be wide awake if you pass on everything as if there's a last chance to start all over again. Get your parasites, sometimes you look the same. They turn your life around. Little animal circled around us since way back and if we invite them in they may disappear… Once you've locked your pedantic head it will come to beat your heart itself. Then forgive us, please, forgive yourself. It's not easy it might be too late, it's not easy it won't be too late.
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Some things 02:17
Some things (by Giselle Cleres) Something is in the air too vague to love or fear. Something is here to stay some things drive me away. Some things you'll never get for good or bad some things you'll never find unless you search something's drop into your lap some things you take for granted and forget. Some things never touch you some things get through to you. some things attract you most most likely to refuse some things you'll always sense before you know some things you learn still burn your fingers some things you try again and see that some things stay the same and some things change. Some things you'll never get for good or bad some things you'll never find unless you search something's drop into your lap some things you take for granted and forget. Some things change, some things change, some things change.
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Old trees 05:37
Old trees (by Giselle Cleres) I stand underneath this tree, it rains rotten leaves into my hands, count old, crumbled leaves breathe out some gold with all my heart. it's a matter months or weeks when she'll be dismissed from life again, oh again it won't turn into gold. Since I know how the smell since I know how they talk since I know how they look at me. It seems that I watch their life they let me see through their eyes so they do not need to walk alone. She asked me how I'm doing and how is life but she loves herself talk most of all. Still greedy, making money, not forgiving but giving up on life. It's a fight until the end they know too well but they don't want to understand. Dissolved in frustration they look for salvation but this what they fear. Since I know how the smell since I know how they talk since I know how they look at me. It seems that I watch their life they let me see through their eyes so they do not need to walk alone. I touched her hand and then refused, morbid ways I would never choose, the old works like a mirror for the young, reflects what one day we'll become. I turn my head a way but her stories pushed me down onto the chair, familiar what I haven't been through yet that bounds me to here. Since I know how the smell since I know how they talk since I know how they look at me. It seems that I watch their life they let me see through their eyes so they do not need to walk alone.
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Cockroach 02:15
Cockroach (by Giselle Cleres) I'm a little cockroach like with a big, big family. I'm a little cockroach like with a big, big, big, big, big, big family. And I'm sure, I'm sure we never, never, never, never, never, never die get, get, get it off your mind. I'm a little cockroach don't you think it's so unnecessary to be afraid. I'm a little cockroach leave me and yourself in peace. You can't kill me, wanna kill me? Give me poison, give me what you think I need, to die, to die, to die. Give me what you think. Think. I need.. Think Give me what you think. I need to die. But I'm not dying. I have a big, big, big, big, big, big, big family. Even if I die. Even if I die.
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2 tickets 04:01
2 tickets (by Giselle Cleres) We bought two tickets for the sea, Can't wait to lose your weight on me. Can't see your eyes standing back to back. We never walked easy hand in hand. We left no footprints in the sand, protected our shoes from cold and wet with those green grocer's polythene bags. We found four of them at my place. They can't track us down we set the pace. The globe is revolving one finger step from my place to the sea where we gave each other free. On the right hand burning, on the left hand blue yearning infinity. It took us so long to let us be. Got used to see what we ain't be Glossed over and twisted to make it right. Two cowards hide behind a second sight. Dawdling through the cloudy light, bitter to know how we're gonna decide. We left no footprints in the sand. Said it won't be easy to forget. You can't track me down I set the pace. The globe is revolving a big hand from my place to the sea where we gave each free. On the left hand burning, on the right hand blue yearning infinity.
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Kali's night 03:47
Kali's night (by Giselle Cleres) Calm me down, you know I used to fight. Fold my hands and kiss me a goodnight. Please, look twice, you know I used to hide. Find me there and let me flow through your mind. So quiet and peaceful where dreams begin to grow. So quiet and peaceful when pictures fade in slowly. Distorting lights, a world turns on a light. No thought on my mind that holds me back from regenerating. Calm me down you know I used to fight. Fold my hands and kiss me a goodnight.
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Angels' work 04:09
Angels' work (by Giselle Cleres) Angel heart's not like mine. Angel heart's undefined. Crafts apart in the palm of my hand. Angels glow over you. I hear them talk about you. They take the sandman away with the tip of their tongues. la la la la lalala la la la la lalala la la la la lalala la la la la lalala Angel heats aren't made of us. Angels love no matter what. Crafts spat in the palm of our hands. Angel heart's not like mine Angels stay on the sideline. They prick your nose, it is true while I'm thinking of you. la la la la lalala la la la la lalala la la la la lalala la la la la lalala They save your memories, good and bad memories, idealized memories, fool your heart. Have you met any saints, or uncaught hypocrits? what do you think you are? One whose god rests his soul, waiting for your company, lonely heart, lonely fool, hosts of angels everywhere, let them closer and get them here. la la la la lalala la la la la lalala la la la la lalala la la la la lalala Angel heart's not like mine. Angel heart's undefined. Crafts apart in the palm of my hand. Angels glow over you. I hear them talk about you. They prick your nose it is true, it is true, it is true while I'm thinking of you thinking of you, thinking of you thinking of you, think.
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I love those places (by Giselle Cleres) I love those places where no one knows me and I know no one who come out with what they don't know about me now and I don't know about them. What is better than choosing a might have been story? And what is worse than not choosing the right one? I love those places where no one knows me and I know no one.
13.
Waterways 03:50
Waterways (by Giselle Cleres) Pick, pick up the stone. See, the surface of the water splashed Thousand waves away your undulation carries me. Pick, pick up the tears. The surface of my body disappears. Thousand waves away your undulation carries me. I am drunk of you and crashed down. I am drunk of you and float high. I am filled with you and you flow through my soul. With every splash you hear, with every stone I leave behind the waves will carry me, water will give way, like I am drunk of you and float high. The waves will carry me as long as we will be. Water will give way for you. Pick, pick up the tears. The surface of my body disappears. Thousand waves away your undulation carries me. I am drunk of you and crashed down. I am drunk of you and float high. I am filled with you and you flow through my soul.
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Bonjour 04:46
Bonjour (by Giselle Cleres and with friendly support by Inge Cleres and Iris de Backer) Bonjour mon arrière grand-père mon arrière grand-mère, Je ne vous ai jamais vus mais vous coulez dans mes veines.   J'ai quitté ma maison pour vous rendre visite c'est parti pour que je reste chez vous car la vôtre est magnétique;  On ne peut pas être tout à la fois, Comme la soeur jumelle, comme le frère jumeau.   Chaque mot fond dans ma bouche Je n'oublierai jamais ce qu'il a fait pour moi Il parle sans dire un mot Moi, j'écoute sans dire un mot.   Je m'en vais et chaque fois c'est comme si je reste au même endroit. Le sang est épais, le fleuve est aqueux et voilà que deux fois deux personnes tressent une nouvelle vie.   J'y suis retournée pour avancer encore les racines me tombent du ciel il faut que je parte loin, loin de Montjoie.   Je suis lasse de décider alors que je connais la réponse ça me désole ce va-et-vient perpétuel.   Ca n'a jamais été mon vrai chez moi et je suis, de moins en moins chez moi mais vraiment, 'faut que j'y sois, là, c'est tout pêle-mêle partout un seul battement de coeur et c'est comme un pont entre deux rives.   Bonjour mes arrière-petits-enfants vous êtes dans mon sang est-ce qu'on la connaît ici ? est-elle aussi magnétique ? On ne peut pas être tout à la fois Tu vas voir ce que tu vas voir Chaque année fond en moi. Le sang est épais, le fleuve aqueux, et voilà que deux fois deux personnes tressent une nouvelle vie. J'y suis retournée pour avancer encore les racines me tombent du ciel il faut que je parte loin, loin de Montjoie. Bonjour mon arrière grand-père mon arrière grand-mère, Je ne vous ai jamais vus mais vous coulez dans mes veines...

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