Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Machina Mimesis (In the Corner Café), artist - Fall Of The Leafe. Album song August Wernicke, in the genre Date of issue: 17.02.1999
Record label: Icarus
Song language: English
Machina Mimesis (In the Corner Café) |
| Nothing less than the sound of footsteps |
| Condensing into a shape |
| Sneaking into the murky urban café³ of crispy mornings |
| Realized it was a mirror after hours of work. |
| They are filth |
| And also easily lost in the labyrinth of the theory of their |
| Own art — this easily percepted. |
| Within the 4 years |
| Of rain it became my own microscopic Macondo. |
| It all meant little, if |
| Nothing What is the frase I look for… Chaotic Dementh |
| Ah yes indeed. |
| Been there before, fair lady? |
| A Copper medal I won |
| At the chill-kill that day: Putrid Run, Salt… Torment |
| Thirst. |
| Two fierce feasting parties wishing me warmly welcome in |
| The aftermath of their own cold war. |
| Neo-colonialistic freaks |
| Says I. Tempers increase to hatred and vanish — in cataleptic |
| Disorders. |
| An apparatus of something, don t really know what |
| Remnant of the good that succumbed in man once? |
| The absolute |
| Legion of oddity. |
| Now guess what in the world machina mimesis is? |