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Liedteksten<br />
Part III<br />
7. Interlude<br />
8. Landslide<br />
His body is buried in the land.<br />
You are buried here: this place<br />
Where your voice is.<br />
Every night this hot drink from my china cup<br />
In this small cell like the one at home.<br />
Four walls here, four there. Tide in.<br />
Every night this same routine china cup,<br />
Powdered milk. Alone. Sipping away at home.<br />
The noise of the key turning. Locked in.<br />
Locked in. Locked in.<br />
A disused mine. You mime<br />
The same sentence. The sound gets stuck,<br />
Life. Life.<br />
You wait for the time that never comes,<br />
Days slide into nights. Waiting.<br />
Nights long like years in a small room.<br />
The wind sings through cells.<br />
You buried something and forgot<br />
Where you put it. Years ago.<br />
Maybe you even forgot what you buried.<br />
How it went. What the tune was.<br />
Remembering is dying slowly, dying slowly.<br />
Slipping away. Walking the same<br />
Coastline until your body steps<br />
– Like land slides into the sea –<br />
Under the path, people will later walk over.<br />
9. China Cup<br />
This china cup, every night, this china cup<br />
The same fragile bone china from home.<br />
My hands cupping bluebells. Locked in.<br />
In my cell I lift my mouth to my china cup<br />
The same fragile bone china from home.<br />
Outside, the long stretch of stone. Tide in.<br />
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