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Steven Chambre - Mense Pece Lyrics


Steven Chambre – Mense Pece Lyrics

Over the mountainside where the old men butcher sheep
The wind cracks like a radio
The roads grow desperate dry and weak
Winding around the hills the train beckons the sky
It carries troubled beings who seek strange things to mend their ills

Morals running low on morphine
Mountains turned to numbers
Propped upon a buildboard
He’s numbed or maybe tired
Tapping at his window
With fingers like pine needles
A thousand spinning magnets calling towards the ocean

And hig above the rock in the emptiness of day
We sat above the clouds above the foggy rain
And Coral never said from where the others came
The hovered high like flies from hungry lights so red and grey

Mense Pece makes me peaceful
It makes me so so peaceful
It fills me like its plastic
It keeps me white and sterile
And should your eyes start filming
Than split the lens with paper
It’s one way through tomorrow another to your wallet

And we’ll go sit down by the freeway
The traffic howls just down below
They will descend from high up the mountains
And then far off we shall go

Over the mountainside where the old men butcher sheep
The wind cracks like a radio
The roads grow desperate dry and weak
Winding around the hills the train blackens the sky
It carries troubled beings who seek strange things to spread their ills

[Lyrics to Mense Pece by Steven Chambre]
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