Appointment in Samarra

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You say you’re going to Samarra
Won’t be back tomorrow
You left a letter on the floor

The blood is in your hands
The bodies on the ground around us
Make no future plans
Sever every bound that binds us
That ties us

Paul Thomas Saunders

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Maybe there’s no harm in you

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Maybe there’s no use
In things being like they used to
And maybe there’s no use
In the way it was before

And if I found time
We’d go away with your way
And if we found time
I’d want it more and more

And maybe there’s no harm, there’s no harm, there’s no harm in
Maybe there’s no harm, there’s no harm in you
And maybe there’s no harm, there’s no harm, there’s no harm in
So watch what you say,
There’s a beast that’s in me.

I’m the true recluse
Blissful as a loner
And all that we have left
Is never like before

Delivered on a word
Never near the target
Seen for what it was
And never eye to eye

And maybe there’s no harm, there’s no harm, there’s no harm in
Maybe there’s no harm, there’s no harm in you
And maybe there’s no harm, there’s no harm, there’s no harm in
So watch what you say,
There’s a beast that’s in me.

You stand by watching the world let me down

And maybe there’s no harm, there’s no harm, there’s no harm in
Maybe there’s no harm, there’s no harm in you
And maybe there’s no harm, there’s no harm, there’s no harm in
So watch what you say,
There’s a beast that’s in me.

No Harm – The Boxer Rebellion

Ice in your gin

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 rainy Sunday morning
the world gets a little closer
silent, numbed by your indifference
carelessly discarded

more affection even to your dead flowers
or the dust in the hall
I am crushed like the ice in your gin

my thoughts slow down
like the cold water running down my spine
a last resistance between my pelvic bones
as to the rest there is no fighting any more

more affection even to your dead flowers
or the dust in the hall
I am crushed like the ice in your gin

vanishing imprints
clotted traces of your aid keep on growing
stains of your love turn into dark
bruises like jewellery on my body

more affection even to your dead flowers
or the dust in the hall
I am crushed like the ice in your gin

Fighting you

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 howling like a dog
craving for your scent
i fight

to escape your captivating smile
to overcome your vibrant eyes
to emerge your indecision

your wearing way of life wrapped around me
tearing everything apart
let go of me
don’t follow me at night
let go of me
don’t follow me at night
in my sleep

tempting presence traps
me again at dusk
i fight

to escape your brilliant mind
to overcome your bracing voice
to emerge your indecision

your wearing way of life wrapped around me
tearing everything apart
let go of me
don’t follow me at night
let go of me
don’t follow me at night
in my sleep