I'm listening to Colour Green today, as Sibylle Baier's flirtatious melancholy lightness suits my mood. Probably suits the amount of work I need to do less, but hopefully the two shall meld together in a fruitful union of words on a page. Unlikely, as I'm really tuned into her words today.
Forgett (Sibylle Baier)
Forgett came in my house yesterday
my house that's on decay where roof and tapestry is rotten
where the fire place isn't getting hot and everything is forgotten
Forgett came in my house yesterday
don't know if he wanna stay
he lays him down like a child
in garden that's run pretty wild
and we laugh at each other's smile
I understood in my life
that never anybody else could change one's drive
but you have to prove by your own heart and hand
and though I know that I'm not out of the woods yet
I feel so good
Forgett came in my house yesterday
my house that's not for sale since we had that
sweet tea together since he sits in that leather sofa
since we're together
Forgett came in my house yesterday
my house that's on decay where roof and tapestry is rotten
where the fire place is'nt getting hot and everything is forgotten
Forgett came in my house
Yesterday
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