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Protomartyr - A Private Understanding (10 июля 2017)
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Directed by: Tony Wolski & Trevor Naud
Produced by: Former Co.
Director of Photography: Aaron Jones
Edited by: Derek Swanson
A Private Understanding:
Not by my own hand, automatic writing by phantom limb
Not by my own voice, pleurisy made to stand on two legs
That's how I bar my door
In this age of blasting trumpets
A paradise for fools
Infinite wrath
In the lowest deep a lower depth
I don't want to hear those vile trumpets anymore
Conscience wakes despair
The night is an accumulation of dark air
The scholar will be forever poor
Gross gold runs headlong to the boor
I don't want to hear those vile trumpets anymore
Call me Heraclitus The Obscure
Constantly weeping because the river doesn't move
It doesn't flow
It has been leaded by snider men to make profit from the poor
Don't want to hear those vile trumpets anymore
People live with a private understanding
Sorrow's the wind blowing through
Truth is hiding in the wire
Elvis outside of Flagstaff
Driving a camper van
Looking for meaning in a cloud mass
Sees the face of Joseph Stalin and is disheartened
Then the wind changed the cloud into his smiling Lord
And he was affected profoundly
But he could never describe the feeling
He passed away on the bathroom floor
She is trying to meet you
Produced by: Former Co.
Director of Photography: Aaron Jones
Edited by: Derek Swanson
A Private Understanding:
Not by my own hand, automatic writing by phantom limb
Not by my own voice, pleurisy made to stand on two legs
That's how I bar my door
In this age of blasting trumpets
A paradise for fools
Infinite wrath
In the lowest deep a lower depth
I don't want to hear those vile trumpets anymore
Conscience wakes despair
The night is an accumulation of dark air
The scholar will be forever poor
Gross gold runs headlong to the boor
I don't want to hear those vile trumpets anymore
Call me Heraclitus The Obscure
Constantly weeping because the river doesn't move
It doesn't flow
It has been leaded by snider men to make profit from the poor
Don't want to hear those vile trumpets anymore
People live with a private understanding
Sorrow's the wind blowing through
Truth is hiding in the wire
Elvis outside of Flagstaff
Driving a camper van
Looking for meaning in a cloud mass
Sees the face of Joseph Stalin and is disheartened
Then the wind changed the cloud into his smiling Lord
And he was affected profoundly
But he could never describe the feeling
He passed away on the bathroom floor
She is trying to meet you