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Confessional Of Hearts

Trixie Delight on February 19, 2014 23:59

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    (Confession / Charles Baudelaire: Fleurs du Mal)
    Music and Vocals Trixie D.
    Pic: My Grandmother

    Like a newly struck medal
    The full moon spread its rays,
    And the dark night streamed
    Like a river over sleeping Paris.
    Cats passed by with ears pricked up,
    Like beloved shades.

    From you, till then as joyful as a peal
    Of trumpets on a sparkling morn,
    A cry so plaintive that it seemed unreal,
    Was staggeringly torn.

    "That naught is certain here below,
    That always, though it paint its face
    With utmost care
    Man's selfishness reveals itself,

    That it's a hard calling
    To be a lovely woman,
    And that it is the banal task
    Of the cold and silly danseuse
    Fainting With a mechanical smile,

    That to build on hearts is a foolish thing,
    That all things break, love, and beauty,
    Till Oblivion tosses them into his dosser
    To give them back to Eternity!"

    A medal, newly-coined, of flashing silver,
    The full moon shone. The night was old.
    Its solemn grandeur, like a mighty river,
    Through sleeping Paris softly rolled.

    From you, till then as joyful as a peal
    Of trumpets on a sparkling morn,
    A cry so plaintive that it seemed unreal,
    Was staggeringly torn.

    "That nothing in this world is certain,
    And human egotism is the thing
    Which all existence serves to curtain.

    That it's an irksome task to be a beauty,
    A boring job one has to face —
    Like frigid dancers, smiling as a duty
    With hard, mechanical grimace:

    That building upon hearts is idiotic:
    All cracks, love, beauty, and fraternity
    Until Oblivion puts them in his pocket
    To pawn them on to old Eternity!"

    I often have recalled that moon of magic,
    That languid hush on quays and marts,
    And then this confidence, so grim and tragic,
    In the confessional of hearts.

    Released by: http://dhaturarecords.bandcamp.com/
    Release date: Aug 25, 2014
    "Confessional Of Hearts" by Trixie Delight is licensed under a Creative Commons License

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