Paroles The Great Elsewhere de Owen Pallett

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TalkingWhat's it good for?Absolutely nothingWrestleLet's wrestleYou can pin me to anythingThought I saw you in my tea leavesThought I saw you in a forest flameI'll fill up the silence with the sound of your holy nameKnowledge of the sea-ways, knowledge of how the water flowsWhoever coined the phrase has never had to brave the snowI climbed the shroud to the top-sail and I peeked through the glassThe curvature bisected by the wintry mizzen mastThe scar upon my stomach, I call it my Flying VAnd every time I show it I can feel your eyes on meHow many islands will surrender to the blunderbuss?And how long must we sail before you show your face to us?Followed him out to the end of the pier"Don't come any closer," he cried, "I am afraidOf the man I'll become if I lay myLife down for a people that I don't even care for."Face to his face, I put myHand into his and I tried to tell him, "No,I've seen his work upon the panes of cathedrals,In the sweat of the workers and the flight of the seagulls."My words were drowned out by the soundOf the motors and rowers, the ship as it ran agroundAnd from the trees came a thousand soldiers.I went down on my knees with a spear in my shoulder.About face, about face, I swam backTo the Victoria. I shiver with theMemory, memory of the island dwellersAnd the indifferences of the Storyteller.

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