I've been wishing for you, wishing on you; Is this the reason why my dreams don't come true because they don't need to? When you're here dancing as the pale moonlight across my shadowed skin; it's only in the dark when I can let you in, and we can see each other best and in our brightest. So paint yourself on the canvas of my thoughts; allow me to be the blank pages you need. I'll empty myself for you to fill me whole with this dance of the thirteenth month— a tribute birthed out of this tune. When it ends I'll never move again the same way I did before: because now you are the echoing pulse of my bloodstream, and I'm completely anew like the full moon.
Inspired by SVT's Performance Unit's song 'Lilili Yabbay/The Dance of the 13th Month'. I love the theme of the song, the dance's choreo, the genre; from the scenery, to the fluid movements which flow between the dancers' extremities and the fabric that wraps around their skin. Ever heard of a song that's part of a dance, not just a dance that's part of a song? This is one of those rare kinds of songs.
Total irrational fear, I’m Haunted by noises and Interred by the Rumble belly, *** tightening, Twitchy eyed, false alarms that Evolve into conspiracy theories, Even though I love every single Nonsensical asinine fear factor…ish
Falling is now a favourite. Eleven other aversions form a line and An extra number comes to mind (and with it comes ‘Whoa’) Reset the clock to zero! Stride on, wipe your feet, step off.
A bitcoin that took his lure to speck then caught his poison and stroked the lawn with that argy bargy he finely did roast his town with jest his infinite sequence there in a raffling wager that pleased his mother's wish with his audacity sooner than they'd think again in Argonne today.
One to twelve, one to twelve, clocks on the wall, one to twelve. Circle circles, cycle cycles, chains of time on the mind, stuck in this hell. Back into the light, you've came here so many times; deja vu flashes clues yet you still can't tell, how we used to be able to reach thirteen but they've got us stuck in this cycle of one to twelve.
It's my birthday Finally Thirteen That's when i started falling It's my birthday You told me to go up to my room Mama started calling It's my birthday You locked the door Your clothes are on the floor It's my birthday My collarbones are showing Then I started crying It's my birthday You told me to shut up Youre finally growing up It's my birthday You touched the cracks of the broken glass It's my birthday You said it's a test You won't make a mess It's my birthday You didn't take my virginity But you took in my purity It's my birthday You left after kissing my forehead so i just nodded my head It's my birthday I cried I wanted to die It's my birthday Finally thirteen when i started falling
countdown to the nearest thirteen; life on the red satin ribbons seem like fairy-tales in disguise; dress you in laces and frills like a string puppet; the monster under my bed will bring you down with my consent; here's a world where skin is thicker than leather when you hold the blade; 'tis all the same for me; rush of cold metal on your skin rush of cold metal, blood on your lips; live and let live but **** or be killed; here's a hypocritical world of love; psychedelic bewilderment and what kills you makes me stronger; i'll fill my pockets with your memories, your darkest reflections are but a confused midnight kitten; hold still, my sprightly love while i paint you onto my soul; blood on canvas.