lyrics
A neural fuel, a fine real ale.
I refuel in an ireful funeral line.
I fear a rifle in an ear.
I feel a lean relief, I, a frail flea in a urinal.
I infer an unfair finale.
Funereal, I, funereal, I near a lunar fire.
I rue a failure.
I rile, I rail in a far lane.
I rue a final nail in a fine life.
An alien era, a lie ran rife in a faerie,
in an unreal file, an unfair finale!
Funereal, I, funereal, I near a lunar fire.
Funereal, I flee a ruin.
I flee, I run. Nil-one!
I rue a failure. I flee a ruin.
Funereal, I, funereal, I…
credits
from
The Letters (extracts),
released February 17, 2017
Paul Grundy: Texts, Voices, piano
Pol Desmurs: Bass, synths, piano, electronic sequences
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