Scarborough Fair from Billion Sands by Black Fluo
Tracklist
| 4. | Scarborough Fair | 7:45 |
Lyrics
[Pre lyrics]
A memory has a place, an old birth, a lifetime, an own death. Each part paralizes its art, its something, that we own only in shelter. amongst our descent, they are lost in turbines of titan clashes, during our life these parts are icely scattered, in a thousand places each distributed evenly on a perfect white square.
Forced repetition of thousands towards a galaxy, outreaching unreal distances. Think of what pain arises seeing them again, for they are what makes you a man.
For they are what makes you a man.
Reaction, one towards the other, as an electric impulse of tremendous shatter, a broken bridge towards islands which hold yourself heavenly. It is but an old father who plays conclusively, bargaining, stretching your torn body that cannot heal itself.
Layed down you perceive faintly, that baby she will hold.
The patterns repeat themselves as a scent.
And you cry
