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| author | (quasar) nebula <qznebula@protonmail.com> | 2023-08-11 21:09:24 -0300 |
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| committer | (quasar) nebula <qznebula@protonmail.com> | 2023-08-11 21:09:24 -0300 |
| commit | f35c2c25e82929263c8e2aa41db2f9cef0a08a21 (patch) | |
| tree | a30e2a9904f71d8dadfbf4c6f23ca1c048b7cd26 /album/exceptis-excipiendis.yaml | |
| parent | ab2698eb5000f783fd4819f9ac4eaf1f131c6926 (diff) | |
clean up "fancy" characters throughout data files
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| -rw-r--r-- | album/exceptis-excipiendis.yaml | 4 |
1 files changed, 2 insertions, 2 deletions
diff --git a/album/exceptis-excipiendis.yaml b/album/exceptis-excipiendis.yaml index 5479f35..83ab7af 100644 --- a/album/exceptis-excipiendis.yaml +++ b/album/exceptis-excipiendis.yaml @@ -31,8 +31,8 @@ Duration: '4:15' URLs: - https://nasqueron.bandcamp.com/track/under-the-earth Lyrics: |- - Bright-vowel open-mouth forced-smile lusting-doubt backless-dress distress-replies white-sheet on-camera sung-account;<br>Blinded-prophet scales-in-hand October-birth reveal-demand I must confess it’s no walk in the park to lead and tail the marching band!<br>To hand is a thin man with points to his teeth,<br>And he stamps his toothpick heels against the darkening beneath!<br>In ram-tam trials and old mout whisper-feel backdoor deals under Oxford brogue feet! - If I could only fold my stomach into itself<br>Lie supine in bed for days until my skin becomes as malleable as putty and all unheavenly physicality departs from me<br>A big love wouldn’t fit a body like mine:<br>It must be a little love,<br>It shies away when the cars honk and hiss,<br>But adores the bells on the horse-tram.<br>Eight,<br>Nine,<br>Ten. + Bright-vowel open-mouth forced-smile lusting-doubt backless-dress distress-replies white-sheet on-camera sung-account;<br>Blinded-prophet scales-in-hand October-birth reveal-demand I must confess it's no walk in the park to lead and tail the marching band!<br>To hand is a thin man with points to his teeth,<br>And he stamps his toothpick heels against the darkening beneath!<br>In ram-tam trials and old mout whisper-feel backdoor deals under Oxford brogue feet! + If I could only fold my stomach into itself<br>Lie supine in bed for days until my skin becomes as malleable as putty and all unheavenly physicality departs from me<br>A big love wouldn't fit a body like mine:<br>It must be a little love,<br>It shies away when the cars honk and hiss,<br>But adores the bells on the horse-tram.<br>Eight,<br>Nine,<br>Ten. --- Track: Coruscate Duration: '4:18' |