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Voodoo Eyes

voodoo eyes listen on youtube or here  1 THERE ARE TRACES OF  VOODOO WITH TALES TO COME,  AND around IT THE EMPTINESS OF WHAT’S NOT YOU HAVE’NT THEY TOLD YOU that IN YOU,  THERE IS something in my reduced world FOR ME TO BARE when around you so INTO THE EDGE OF THE COOLEST cave i delve into SHADE & SALIVA reminiscing the blue glow of the second kiss the burn of embrace that will never feel the same we love to lay under the breezy sky mating voluptuous lips  but IN YOUR EYES  THERE IS VOODOO,   IN YOUR EYES  THERE IS VOODOO 2 HAVE’NT THEY TOLD YOU to LET MY EYES SEE WHAT THE WORLD HAS CONDENSED IN YOUR SOUL,  THE BEAUTY THAT DOESN’T  BELONG ON THIS earthly LANDSCAPE,  BUT a statue ON THE LAWNS OF THE GODS ABOVE ,  LET ME FEEL WHAT LANGUAGE  NESTLED ON YOUR TONGUE ,  WHAT CAN I TAKE FROM YOUR MOUTH ,  OR POLISH THE TATTOO ON YOUR LIPS ,  feelings that I've dreamt of you confirmed the warm healing sign...

Disposition

disposition 
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Know my disposition
it's a language lost like dead tongues  
and my wasted blood is on your lips 

desperate to feel serenity  
knowing I am a man lost in your solitude 
eager to greet you with thirst & desires, 
welcoming your quenches & commodities 

stuck between the polar opposites of infinite ends 
it's more than what I can take of the female light
the notion of evicting hollow spaces with a laughter
announcing you’re back is welcoming a glory-era

the warmth from within you  
is best without a rendezvous
without any shame to help me feel more than this

imagination is lighter than gravity
it never touches the grounds 

resuscitation always backfires
dreams will always stay there with you 

a messenger emerges from the darkness 
holding me with vague intentions
navigating the nocturnal side
sneaking the borders of make-believe
plant a moist seed of hope in your honor. 

it started all alone  
feeling the tingles dancing all around me 
next to sleeping butterfly friends ... 
grievances from history to question freedom  
tenderness of the mothers overflow, 

& lost anthems of faded heroes 
shredded into books on a dusty shelf...

I thought lingering morning clouds were for me 
but they're all into their own... 

I felt the same about you
pondering these dispositions alone  
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lyrics & vocals by azdi404
music credit: bliss by Exilian
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