La Costa Rasa
Like a Machine
Burning Idols
Autopilot
A Kind of Life
Madeline
Close Enough
Come On
Jet
Headband
Silence
Madeline
She points piano fingers up towards the coal black sky
and holds them there forever ‘til they curl like leaves and I can feel
A taste of recognition in the face of this last friend and there’s
A sense of soft coalition but like everything it fades away
In a name and warm in this soft white heaven pure and cool in this soft white skin
To take a choice from this list of heads and wear them out ‘til there’s nothing left
and I feel like slipping under, and I feel like sliding in this time
I feel like saying something just to show, I was here,
Before the name count
and her hands have touched me one thousand times
and her eyes don’t blink cos her eyes are mine
and her words have trickled soft down my throat
Like a cool hard water like beads of sweat
Like a something nameless I ain’t had
Like a brand new promise like a brand new friend
Completed filled and obligated
Here and now, here and now
Name count
Before the name count
She said gimme something real give me something true
She said gimme something real gimme something you
She said
Gimme something I can hold on to in the night
Give me some thing precious in the cold dawn light she said
Everybody’s happy now they’re so damn clever
Everybody’s happy just as long as they’re together
Every body’s happy with the ever and the ever
Everybody’s happy with a lifetime of forever
Before the name count
Quand il y a rien à dire, quand il y a rien à sentir
Quand il y a rien à faire, ouvre ta bouche pour moi