Charlotte Gainsbourg, AnOther |
she looks out into her past
trapped in the circle of life
she does not not subscribe to sadness
everything can be said but it is never ever done
edges are always raw
one has to scale that
in the mist of the songs in her mind
chimes are curved, scattered and tattered
a mirror reflects the vast step she has taken
no one skirted the issues like she did
holding on to the last straw was never her agenda
vinyl is plastic, undead to environment
jumbled songs play out cheerily loud
bravo for it, bravo for it