Artist: Fall Of The Leafe

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Machina Mimesis (In The Corner Cafe)

Nothing less than the sound of footsteps
condensing into a shape.
Sneaking into the murky urban café³ of crispy mornings.
Realized it was a mirror after hours of work. They are filth.
And also easily lost in the labyrinth of the theory of their
own art - this easily percepted. Within the 4 years
of rain it became my own microscopic Macondo. It all meant little, if
nothing What is the frase I look for... Chaotic Dementh.
Ah yes indeed. Been there before, fair lady? A Copper medal I won
at the chill-kill that day: Putrid Run, Salt... Torment,
Thirst. Two fierce feasting parties wishing me warmly welcome in
the aftermath of their own cold war. Neo-colonialistic freaks,
says I. Tempers increase to hatred and vanish - in cataleptic
disorders. An apparatus of something, don t really know what,
remnant of the good that succumbed in man once? The absolute
legion of oddity. Now guess what in the world machina mimesis is?

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Other Songs by this Artist

1. Deference, Diminuend
2. Evanescent, Everfading
3. In Morning Mood A Utopia-Revelation
4. Machina Mimesis (In The Corner Cafe)
5. The Celestial Keeper
6. Wonder Clouds Rain