lestblight

every now and then i remember what it used to be like

http://www.lestblight.com/music/The%20Calling/Every%20Now%20And%20Then.mp3

Music from the snake Pit -

This song is reallly really amazing

check it here

http://www.lestblight.com/music/goin%20home.mp3

the film is pretty dope as well- check it out

Little Karina

Words from Through A Glass Darkly by Ingmar Bergman


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When a head pounds a heart is soon to follow


When a head pounds a heart is soon to follow

In between rhythyms and in between spaces

A quiet dillusion to create another thought



That my bird did fly and fly too far

That what was near is now once too far

And I feel it fall and die into the similar reflection I once...
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today would pass and bring what i might have avoided two days ago

But, I think i will let it come over me and shake me in its promiscuity

and terrible allure

mostly because i know i would be nothing without it, yet this knowledge only wrestles with my brain and sings to my deafen ears

that those will click and clack along my door...
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Dig beneath the things that

Drive momentum and fluidity

That encompasses the feeble

Body with heartache and awry love



Throw away your bones

And peel the skin

Of things. of those things.



For blood will shine

Hearts as careful

And callous as mine



Fighting their way through the cold air

Fighting their way into the cold air



Lift your lips and spill your kisses

Lift...
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with such united as these

that gale hours twilight spent, in guilts eyes

with a casual reassurance only a mother can boast

with the domineering love and joy that only a mother can feel

what is this power that lays before my hands

that eats at sodden feet and drags bodies empty in enchantment and woe

that vomits in the black sky

its secrets exposed...
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Beneath the walls that lay unscathed and scratched lie the beginnings

of torrid circles and envy lust.

Such hateful discontent and malicious phantoms makes my stomach turn

In Violent discontent nonetheless

Unfortunately always spoiling my dinner and making my meat rotten and cold.

Such hardship over dinner befalls quiet moans and circular blood and other terrible things.

But who really cares?

eat yer cold meat...
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That traverse through my veins

and spin my blood around

falling on sullen doors and deaf ears.

Rolling its eyes past my door and throwing its negligence across my mind

saying what shall come is the same as what shall go

and throwing me further and further into repose

He says!

that ideas belong in circles

and ideas are all we ever have

To make...
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