Boschian Bubble

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There is an old Dutch saying about glass and happiness:
Two of the most fragile things in the world.
And another about being happy with what God gave you before it's taken away by His good fucking people.
And all the times - who kept count? - when we cuddled with my art books by your halogen fire,
Frozen and warm at the same time,
Boschian lovers in liquid crystal,
Have we ever noticed the cracks in the glass?

Now, come mid-May - my birthday/your deathday - I tiptoe to our plot at the beach.
The sea is still messy from winter and the sun stares at me through her cloud-stained fingers.
My cellphone shut down, just like then, but for a vaguely opposite reason.
Everything is so vague now I'm an adult. I don't work since I have a job and don't learn since I have to study.
So this is timelessness? Digitized, private for the world to see?
Is liquid crystal our Boscian bubble?

Our bubble is cracking - Mold eats at your fancy designs.
Our bubble is cracking - My tapes by the dump.
Scattered, like still unburned ashes, they're flapping.
Bearing no fruit, cut down and thrown in the fire...

Our bubble is cracking - Mold eats at your fancy designs.
Our bubble is cracking - My tapes by the dump.
Everything we have amassed we have to give to the poor now...
We thought we were the poor - We really are now.

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from Sun of the Dead, released November 5, 2013
Vocals by Ayala Almog

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