02-12-2014, 10:44 PM
Edit 1. mostly erthona, billy,bena, news, chris
Rain on me as I walk back home
on humped and coggly cobbled streets;
until I breathe a rhythm rare,
a funeral march, a half-step here,
a long step there.
Blow wind, that smells of fat brown trout
from river water risen high;
suffice to drown me where I stand.
I make a voice inside me scream,
“Lord, show me land”
Dark smoke swirls choking from high lums
that spume out sprites like demon’s eyes.
I burst in to a fuming pyre
from just one spark upon my breath
that catches fire.
Who moves there in the midden depths?
I see your shining blade…for me?
Come then, engage me, let us fight!
I warn you I shall suck your eyes
and steal your sight.
And then the dampness enters in
to chill the thoughts that comfort me
until I dream in to my ben
where blood is gold, and whisky ink
to fill my pen.
Tectak
1995
Original
Rain on me while I walk back home
on humped and coggly cobbled streets
until I breathe a rhythm rare,
a funeral march, a half-step here,
a long step there.
Blow wind, that smells of fat brown trout
from river water risen high;
enough to drown me where I stand.
I make the voice inside me scream,
“Lord, show me land”
Dark smoke swirls choking from high lums
that spume out sprites like demon’s eyes.
I burst into a fuming pyre
from just one spark upon my breath
that catches fire.
Who moves there in the midden depths?
I see your shining blade…for me?
Come then, engage me, let us fight!
I warn you I shall suck your eyes
and steal your sight.
And then the dampness enters in
to chill the thoughts that comfort me
until I dream in to my ben
where blood is gold, and whisky ink
to fill my pen.
Tectak
1995
Rain on me as I walk back home
on humped and coggly cobbled streets;
until I breathe a rhythm rare,
a funeral march, a half-step here,
a long step there.
Blow wind, that smells of fat brown trout
from river water risen high;
suffice to drown me where I stand.
I make a voice inside me scream,
“Lord, show me land”
Dark smoke swirls choking from high lums
that spume out sprites like demon’s eyes.
I burst in to a fuming pyre
from just one spark upon my breath
that catches fire.
Who moves there in the midden depths?
I see your shining blade…for me?
Come then, engage me, let us fight!
I warn you I shall suck your eyes
and steal your sight.
And then the dampness enters in
to chill the thoughts that comfort me
until I dream in to my ben
where blood is gold, and whisky ink
to fill my pen.
Tectak
1995
Original
Rain on me while I walk back home
on humped and coggly cobbled streets
until I breathe a rhythm rare,
a funeral march, a half-step here,
a long step there.
Blow wind, that smells of fat brown trout
from river water risen high;
enough to drown me where I stand.
I make the voice inside me scream,
“Lord, show me land”
Dark smoke swirls choking from high lums
that spume out sprites like demon’s eyes.
I burst into a fuming pyre
from just one spark upon my breath
that catches fire.
Who moves there in the midden depths?
I see your shining blade…for me?
Come then, engage me, let us fight!
I warn you I shall suck your eyes
and steal your sight.
And then the dampness enters in
to chill the thoughts that comfort me
until I dream in to my ben
where blood is gold, and whisky ink
to fill my pen.
Tectak
1995