05-07-2013, 12:11 PM
recital: http://www.supload.com/listen?s=55BlJO
The whole world had been different
I saw her first in the candle-light of our
Tuesday confessionalists’ meeting .
Her voice was roughed-up when
her shame broke through.
I, paragon of sobriety, was
too enchanted to help her.
Since then she roller-coasted.
And news has it
that I am joining her fighting myself
in a drunken frenzy.
So
We have been wrong right from the start.
She was late at the joint
but I had stopped being
angry at her 2 days ago, so:
Baby! – Yeah, sure! – You don’t hate me? – Well, why, not anymore. –
Relax, please... life is hard enough. Let’s dance your tears away – and mine!
Then
My left eye hurts, it is blood-shot, though no one punched it, me included.
Doc says it’s the smoke. Uh, I hurt all over. No details here! Shit. Good job!
What is still important now? Where did my tobacco go? Money, was there any left?
Ok, important is a cozy warm cushion. Lemme go! Asses! And stop the fuckin’
Cough!
Coughed myself into a good morning, I know it’s a joke, but I like it. Welcome, welcome, god! Lunatics! Am I Gulliver? But I want to be a dwarf.
Oh well
Riding down in my
tropical afternoons,
my spear at hand
reddened by
wide-mouthed female
rouge
tasting the fresh breeze
of utterly masculine
adventures to come.
And why the fuck would you numb your senses?
BECAUSE IF I LOOK INTO THE SEA
I SEE THAT SEA-MONSTER LURKING
AND WAITING FOR ME
READY TO GRAB AND DEVOUR ME
AND SPIT ME ONTO THE SHORE.
AND THIS IS NOT A SEAMAN’S YARNING.
But
I saw her bandaged-up jaw
touched her cool skin
and wondered about
the powerful stare of her eyes.
She won
Me too
The whole world had been different
I saw her first in the candle-light of our
Tuesday confessionalists’ meeting .
Her voice was roughed-up when
her shame broke through.
I, paragon of sobriety, was
too enchanted to help her.
Since then she roller-coasted.
And news has it
that I am joining her fighting myself
in a drunken frenzy.
So
We have been wrong right from the start.
She was late at the joint
but I had stopped being
angry at her 2 days ago, so:
Baby! – Yeah, sure! – You don’t hate me? – Well, why, not anymore. –
Relax, please... life is hard enough. Let’s dance your tears away – and mine!
Then
My left eye hurts, it is blood-shot, though no one punched it, me included.
Doc says it’s the smoke. Uh, I hurt all over. No details here! Shit. Good job!
What is still important now? Where did my tobacco go? Money, was there any left?
Ok, important is a cozy warm cushion. Lemme go! Asses! And stop the fuckin’
Cough!
Coughed myself into a good morning, I know it’s a joke, but I like it. Welcome, welcome, god! Lunatics! Am I Gulliver? But I want to be a dwarf.
Oh well
Riding down in my
tropical afternoons,
my spear at hand
reddened by
wide-mouthed female
rouge
tasting the fresh breeze
of utterly masculine
adventures to come.
And why the fuck would you numb your senses?
BECAUSE IF I LOOK INTO THE SEA
I SEE THAT SEA-MONSTER LURKING
AND WAITING FOR ME
READY TO GRAB AND DEVOUR ME
AND SPIT ME ONTO THE SHORE.
AND THIS IS NOT A SEAMAN’S YARNING.
But
I saw her bandaged-up jaw
touched her cool skin
and wondered about
the powerful stare of her eyes.
She won
Me too