
Keenan era a letrista e vocalista do grupo, ou seja, sua poeta lírica.
"America´s boy" foi o primeiro poema lírico seu que eu escutei e me apaixonei imediatamente, por sua voz, seu texto, sua música.
America´s boy
Trish Keenan
Quaker toil & Texan oil
Rockets on we're arm in arm
Nasa nude you're manly you
Oi American soldier
America's boy
Gun me down with yankee power
Cock pit tom with army charm
The eagle lands army commands
Oi American soldier
America's boy
Cowboy corn & bugle horn
On son don't post me on
You are dean and me the queen
Oi American soldier
America's boy
Que literatozinho infeliz seria capaz de texto tão conciso, crítico e ao mesmo tempo quase erótico em seu poder de sugestões, unindo símbolos fálicos de poder, militarismo e sexo?
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Corporeal
Trish Keenan
Under the white chalk
Drawn on the black board
Under the X-ray
I'm just a vertebrate
Do that to me
Do that to my anatomy
Corporeal
Corporeal
We are mankind
We are manikin
With and without mind
With or without Darwin
Classify me
The strings of my autonomy
Corporeal
Corporeal
A thorny red heart
Around a thin arm
Inside a white bone
The love is inborn
Close up to me
Up close to my anatomy
Corporeal
Corporeal
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Tears in the typing pool
Trish Keenan
Succumb to the line
The finishing time
The long distance runner
Has stopped on the corner
But i won't give up
Although i've stopped too
Before the end of me and you
The patchwork explains
The land is unchanged
Interpret the rooms
My tears in the typing pool
The letters are sighing
The ink is still drying
I told you the truth
And now i sigh too
The page turns on me and you
Across that white plain
The land is unchanged
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Tender Buttons
Trish Keenan
The coal
The coal light
The callous
The caress
The comb
The calm
The colour
The cortex
The code
The codine
The comma
The context
The collector
The green
The fine
The fall
The financer
The dream
The fen
The fine
The fin
The defend
The fawn
Then do
The coal
The coal light
The colours
The caress
The comb
The calm
The colour
The caress
The cortex
The comb
The codine
The comma
The context
The corpse
The likeness
Die cut
Die cut
Die cut
Die cut
Die cut
Die cut
Die
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QUERIDOS POETAS, POR FAVOR PAREM DE MORRER.
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