Copyright © 2012 by Criss Jami
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Venus in Arms
Criss Jami
1) This Is Sisyphus
2) Ink (A Storm in My Soul)
3) Omnia Causa Fiunt
4) A Wry Face
5) Aesthetically Appealing
6) Stylus (Of the Wildest Dreams)
7) Stuck in Traffic
8) To Spring in Summer and Fall by Winter
9) Éminence Grise (Won’t You Teach Me)
10) ...For the Forgotten
11) Mea Maxima Culpa, Cybernational Coma
12) Sense to Survive
13) Kiss the Blarney Stone
14) Metal
15) Film Noir (Trade Some Resistance)
16) Slipshod Lover
17) The Order of Mistakes
18) Pressure of the Hellhounds
19) My Marionette
20) Haze
21) Münchausen
22) Fable
23) For Veritas Aequitas
24) Like St. Raphael
I would rather be an artist than a leader. Ironically, a leader has to follow the rules.
This Is Sisyphus
Over time
I taught me how to outdo myself
After awhile
Darling it shocked too loud now I tune out the world
If this is Sisyphus yes I’m in love with this
And if I regretted the jokes I’ve thrown
Well I’d be more alone than you know
‘Cause this is what I do
Baby I send kisses just for you
But it’s up to you whether or not this love is true
So what’s a legible heart
In a clever devil of God
Who just missed the mark
Yes I wish I knew, my friend
But I can’t comprehend what doesn’t end
No we won’t trick the treat, make your heart skip a beat
That is unless you want me
So what’s your pleasure it’s whatever you please
But if I started to like you I wouldn’t let you see
Baby that’d set me free
Oh what’s a legible heart
In a clever devil of God
Who just missed the mark
Yes I wish I knew, my friend
But I can’t comprehend what doesn’t end
I can’t comprehend what doesn’t end
To say that one waits a lifetime for his soulmate to come around is a paradox. People eventually get sick of waiting, take a chance on someone, and by the art of commitment become soulmates, which takes a lifetime to perfect.
Ink (A Storm in My Soul)
Il tempo è burrascoso
Because your temper creates a storm in my soul
A storm in my soul
So which of us pulled away
And made a fool of a little bit of everything
Oh you say it’s high time I forgot how to play games
Like I’m holding a controller solely to control her
I didn’t flip the switch nor did I turn it off
A ridiculous decision girl it’s still my loss
And by the minute we’ll feel the frost
Of Boreas and it’s
It’s right when I swore we had it all
So we’re pros at a love that we fail to practice
A business
One where we sell the madness
It’s not some fatal happiness
It’s backwards
A game over and a railway to has-been
Like I’m holding a controller coldly to control her
I didn’t flip the switch nor did I turn it off
A ridiculous decision girl it’s still my loss
And by the minute we’ll feel the frost
Of Boreas and it’s
It’s right, you’re bored if we have it all
So I’ve written too much to speak a word worth saying
I’ll just let the ink slide like my fingers are praying