I can see you green eyes
Bellyache will never ends
Weary home,my sweetest road
Out of tune in this pain
Im so lonely in the butter
Spit your shame to the vagina
Pulling out Your ego
Inside your body fat
手を伸ばして ざらざらのビロード
手を伸ばして 『花』の散る流謫
手を伸ばして 飲み込んで行くと
手を伸ばして 太陽と混じる
Hold me tight
It’s getting weaker and weaker
Hold me tight
Penetrate the pillar of shit
The family tree made me sick
No direction home now
Monkeys and piggies duck
Around your circle of life
Me and devil will shake hands
And throw an egg to the karma
Aisle seat will be wet
‘The monster will be back’
Hold me tight
It’s getting weaker and weaker
Hold me tight
Penetrate the pillar of shit
手を伸ばして ざらざらのビロード
手を伸ばして 『花』の散る流謫
手を伸ばして 飲み込んで行くと
手を伸ばして 太陽と混じる
- Lyricist
[Lily]
- Composer
[Lily]
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Datura
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E - 2
Sharon Hayes
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- 3
The Sewing Machine and the Bat Umbrella
[Lily]
- 4
Panopticon
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- 5
κύκλος
[Lily]
- 6
More Pricks Than Pilgrimage
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- 7
Nada Rosa
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- 8
Still Guava Above Spike
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- 9
Pikey
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- 10
Drowse
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- 11
Diablo Rain Says..., after slow death coming into sanctified land, that...
[Lily]
- 12
Sacrifice
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- 13
Deterritorialisation
[Lily]
The name Lily is taken from ''Almost Transparent Blue''. We wrote the songs with the concept of recapitulating the violence that existed at the time. Not to build up in the repeating days, but to keep living off to the side. The emphasis is on continuing to change, and the songs combine a certain radicalism, irony, and silliness, as Burroughs said, 'Drugs is one way of life'.
Even if at times we are flooded with feelings of dying, the footprints of this curse-like violence that existed will keep us moving forward into an open future. And maybe one day some fond excavator will discover that there were deformed dinosaurs. And its prehistoric roar will also summon up ghosts that could never have existed.
Artist Profile
[Lily]
The most wierd post-rock band in this miserable world. Inspired by Gilles Deleuze. Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. We are (not) alone