The Steep Face Songtext
von Naevus

Is this too far removed from nature?
Is nature far removed from what is really there?
I fold a crease across your landscape
Now it cannot be rolled

You derive your distance from an ancient trick
Quickly described
Like a thin, limp bough soft behind the rain
And far out past cement-flecked glass


Like ripped vision, excitement of the mind
Setting the heart aquiver
Almost making the body flake
I speak to myself and the flora creeps in

But later it′s fought for, smothered indoors
Muffled again by cloth and underpinned by mould
And cracked like the paint that trims it
Artificial, stinking snowflake uncomfortably rucked

To clear or to clog?
The sharp but distant tang of wet brambles
Eating into your presence with soft, black teeth
What did you hope to learn? Modernity?