Ricœur Songtext
von Tweed & Hyenas

I did some archival work on streets
Found papers on Klee between
My favourite thighs

Thrills in findings were met with chills
Youth in ivory hazelled stills
Of freer times

Surfed up former tides

Within timeness
I believe i found
My own silence

Oneself as another
I think i found
My own other


With the intent to correlate
Respecting grammatical lineage
I complained

Pardon, my heartened laughs are tough
Muscles bending like windmills cough
Blows my cause

So is your own loss
When you stare at heavens
And decentered thoughts

Within timeness
I believe i found
My own silence

Oneself as another
I think i am
My own father