Les albums avec les meilleurs textes selon Flocox

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"When you were young you were the king of carrot flowers
And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees
In holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet"

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"As the noise of the past
Builds up into a crescendo
The layers of rubbish, wastes, accrue
Are amplified a billion times or more
But our heads just can't cope, as we fall
Into the arms of the waiting mystics
Books burning, barrels turning
A billion wasted futures light up the night sky"

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"Everything, everything, everything falls through
Each dimension breaks in two
Like the two hands clapping
Like the two wings flapping
Everything, everything, everything for free
As it all eventually
Turns to dust and petal
Molten rock and meadow"

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"You're wrapped around the earth
You circle it with air
You're trapped inside the core
With hot, hot lava hair
I wish you could sprout
But you can't stick your neck out
I want you climbing up my limbs
But I'm stumped by your whims"

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"I feel the pull on the rope, let me off at the rainbow
I could have been exploding in space
Different orbits for my bones
Not me, just quietly buried in stones
Keep the deadline open with my maker
See me stretch for God's elastic acre"

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"Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
In a perfect image of a priest
They are spoon-feeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
"Get outta here if you don't know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row""

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"Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around

Voices whine
Skyscrapers are scraping together
Your voice is smoking
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around"

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"The slow motion moves me
The monologue means nothing to me
Bored in the role, but he can't stop
Standing up to sit back down
Or lose the one thing found
Spinning the world like a toy top
'Til there's a ghost in every town"

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"And you may ask yourself, How do I work this?
And you may ask yourself, Where is that large automobile ?
And you may tell yourself, This is not my beautiful house !
And you may tell yourself, This is not my beautiful wife !"