Song | Corpus Chant |
Artist | Benoît Pioulard |
Album | Précis |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
If they're always reticent to believe | |
There is gasoline on the crest of the hill | |
What will straining lines of five years deign to leave | |
As the tissues are broken down & the flame burns the will | |
Writ in edges, made amends it hums a single note to me | |
Burrs on clothing & a heat stroke of desiring still | |
Clear the brush & flora to ascend to plant an apple tree | |
& what the deer don't get, the rabbits surely will |