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    19th October 2011

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    More Than Music. Empty my glass of red, I no longer count, Sat here for hours, Looking out over Oxford, The city I no longer know. This old room, The junction of many stories, Sometimes lets escape The words of my memory; Everything that is free and that sings, One day, trembles, sniggers and dies. Confusion descends on me, Like an avalanche, I wonder why I feel glad for a moment, Voice slightly choked, I think about the time we danced. You told me that everything was getting better, That we could find truth and kiss without a shudder, I hung both my bare arms around your neck, My head rested on your shoulder. We had more than music, We had our attitude towards life, A way of walking, A language and costume, We, Who never belonged anywhere before, Now felt somewhere at last.

    More Than Music.


    Empty my glass of red,
    I no longer count,
    Sat here for hours,
    Looking out over Oxford,
    The city I no longer know.

    This old room,
    The junction of many stories,
    Sometimes lets escape
    The words of my memory;
    Everything that is free and that sings,
    One day, trembles, sniggers and dies.

    Confusion descends on me,
    Like an avalanche,
    I wonder why I feel glad for a moment,
    Voice slightly choked,
    I think about the time we danced.

    You told me that everything was getting better,
    That we could find truth and kiss without a shudder,
    I hung both my bare arms around your neck,
    My head rested on your shoulder.

    We had more than music,
    We had our attitude towards life,
    A way of walking,
    A language and costume,
    We,
    Who never belonged anywhere before,
    Now felt somewhere at last.

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