Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oceanic Motion , by - Ion Dissonance. Song from the album Breathing Is Irrelevant, in the genre Release date: 31.12.2002
Record label: Willowtip
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oceanic Motion , by - Ion Dissonance. Song from the album Breathing Is Irrelevant, in the genre Oceanic Motion |
| all around, back and forth, the sickening smell of insignificance. |
| I’m used to it now, I must reek of it. |
| the density of the air was tangible today, it was way too heavy for me. |
| I woke up an hour earlier, |
| I am eager to amaze myself for all the things that I could do, |
| but most definitely won’t, during this loose hour. |
| another day, predictably mundane, |
| another scratch on the surface of the 7"ep, |
| that is my life… it keeps on bouncing! |
| (all around, back and forth) |
| my «columbian (medium roast) full-bodied with rich flavor"coffee. |
| expensively tasted like sewer water today. |
| the «normal and subtle"sour taste couldn’t be sweeten at all, |
| no matter how I sugared it. |
| how many times have I wonder if this taste wasn’t impregnated in my mouth? |
| and once again (and as always), |
| I’m having a delightful conversation. |
| with the refrigerator by my side, he’s always complaining, |
| I’m used to his point of views now, his constant mumbling… |
| drastically sarcastic, almost has bitter has my coffee. |
| he seems to have an opinion about everything? |
| an instant passed, then I remembered that I have an optic sense. |
| ah, there its is, my 4th floor morning-view of a sunlit back alley. |
| down there, an ant-like man is wandering, |
| nervously looking all around, back and forth. |
| and once the tension is gone, sure that nobody’s there |
| (Unaware that he’s being stared at), |
| unzip his pants and ungraciously expose himself |
| in order to piss his way trough my alley. |
| I am almost has relieved as he, once he’s finished, |
| but for obvious different reasons. |
| happily confined, thoroughly hollow and unfulfilled. |
| I think I’ll go back to sleep. |
| (Is it possible to be sea-sick on firm ground?) |
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