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'The Golden Calf'
Artist Asaf Avidan
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
As you dance around the golden calf your spinning gown
Showed all the hungry boys in town what they had missed
They thought that you had found the echoes of that holy sound
Which God had spat into the ground that he had kissed
Your soul was tearing and a thread was dragged behind you as you fled
Into the shadows of the bed in which you hid
And as the whispers spread the color darkened to a red
That stained all you ever said with what you did
[Chorus]
And I met you one night through a trick of the light
A thousand lifetimes ago
I held your face in my hands and I traced
Every line you never wanted to show
'Cause I know
We are the children that never let go
We are the children that never let go
[Transition]
[Verse 2]
As they poured across the borders of your dress they crossed
Into the layer of the frost around your name
And every one of them was lost between the hammer and the cross
That you labelled and then tossed into the flame
You know I never meant to try to teach anything but my
Commandment smashed when I collided with your hips
And who was I to dare to love you or to interfere
With all the scars that you declared across your lips
[Chorus]
And I met you one day through a crack in the pavement
A thousand silences old
I pulled your chest to my hand and I pressed
Every crest that was covered in snow
'Cause I know
We are the children that never let go
We are the children that never let go
We are the children that never let go
[Transition]
[Verse 3]
I was forced to scavenge through the rotten crates and salvage
That was broken down and ravaged by the sea
And as we stepped outside we saw the calf and then the tide
Of moonlight hit its golden eye and it was me...
(moins de barrés)