with its layers of melanchol-eesh gray-eeish
substances and the branches, scratching
the already-clouded skies
scratching, reaching
like we always want to reach for the sky
the gray, the melancholy
of a night that has melted
within the daylight...
try playing both little movies
and the song all at once
then repeat the movies
as the song is longer
and immerse yourself
in sound and gray
Jane Siberry With K.D. Lang
so on stormy friday nights
could be a good idea
as one cuddles, a song to listen so to scare
the windy demons away
calling all angels, with angels voices
themselves
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