Layma Azur - Ingrid (first voice) It’s spreading just behind you, Spreading in the air around you… The blackness and sweet smell. Sleeping doll, my beautiful You’re just a f*** ing joke Sinking in the stairs “The last time I kissed you” Quietly eating all the flesh I cut Ask: “who would be the next one?” The trashed clock, the distorter hours She said “I have no reason to fight… I’m so tired of being the laughingstock… Ask: who will be the next one?” My beautiful lover, my sweet child In the wake of the fever you can hear every sound of your body every sound of the Church of the Grey (sharp every vulgar smile) You are no one and I’m no one Except for the Thirsty inside Painting the silhouette of a headless child Licking the dust from the blood Laughing and drawing circles in shadow play And the time, and the tide and numbers And half-written pages, And the lines across the soil all is gone or drowned in ashes… she’s my mother now creeping slowly across my chest to my mouth ripping the flesh to shape a smile the white and the blue across the light fading away and dying on me, the unspoken fear crawling on the flesh… the quiet glare, another pill, feeling the disease and how it’s growing inside me… and while the air turns thick and grey, and laughs and whispers become the loudest sign I rehearse a vain smile And take a pause in the garden Hidden behind the tables, breathing on your back Waiting for the Other One to raise and spread all this beauty watching Ingrid’s silhouette moving out of time in shadow play… growing into this crawling stain… (second voice) When the silent witness eat your eyes… She’s my mother now, back in the womb. Ripping the flesh to shape a smile… Honeymouth: I’ll kill what you love… She’s my mother now: a smile on a skeletal tree. There’s no happy end for us… So I will expose all your fears through your open chest The image of Christ And then I’ll drown you, soft and white And crawl inside you one more time To wake up burning bright Between the purple scars across your arms (the map of every single subtle lie) Buried in the womb, ripping the flesh to shape a smile Burning in the womb…breathing the hungry air Across the rainfields Devouring every glimpse of light Devouring every word and gesture (a smile on a skeletal tree) I keep the pulse at zero Waiting for the dead meat… The sweet smell of desecration. And on every single house The horrors gather around the table… Weak children sharpening an incestuous smile… Clean clothes and forced hands Pushing through her open chest Watching Ingrid’s silhouette moving out of time in shadow play… Growing into this crawling stain… Watching Ingrid’s silhouette moving out of time In shadow play… Growing into this crawling stain… Written and produced by Santiago Fradejas. Recording, mixing and mastering by Diego Mamani. Buenos Aires, Argentina 2005. Personnel: Santiago Fradejas, Elizabeth Ridolfi, Laura Camacho, Eva Libia Vera, Nicolas Warschauer and Ianir Kilinsky. Artwork by Eva Inmacao. laymaazur.bandcamp/track/ingrid
Posted on: Sat, 18 Oct 2014 16:28:06 +0000