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from FUGITIVE by Xarah Dion

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Limited Edition 12" Vinyl
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Deluxe 12" vinyl version of Fugitive pressed on ultra white vinyl

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Limited Edition Cassette
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Jewel case cassette courtesy of Strudel Tapes, St-Petersburg. C54 pro-dubbed, black shell with stickers on both sides, 2-panel J-card with revisited black & white original artwork.
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Light wallet case, with original artwork from the LP.

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Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Looks Divine (FUGITIVE outtake), Honey Trap, PLEIN NORD, Collision EP [LINDA 004], FUGITIVE, Sillage Et Caprice 7", LE MAL NÉCESSAIRE, and Nouveau Zodiaque - EP. , and , .

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lyrics

Le feu dort en moi à l'aube d'une plage tiède et bleue
Les algues se balancent entre désespoir et plénitude
C'est au lendemain des verres que le fer rougi dépose
Sa marque vive d'élan, vive de mémoire et de choc

Dans le sable fin, nos corps
Dans l'eau calme, nos simulacres
La main offre son accueil, l'appel diffuse son onde

La vague fraîche apaise, la verticale elle oscille
Et l'horizon il s'entre-ouvre sur tant d'offrande et de douleur

Dans le sable fin, nos corps
Dans l'eau calme, nos simulacres
La main offre son accueil, l'appel diffuse son onde
Dans le sable et dans l'eau calme
La main offre et l'appel diffuse

Je repose comme hier
Le feu dans la pierre, le feu dans le cercle de pierre