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october
swimmer
the dreams of dying mothers
i awoke my
insides shuddered
the greycoats of the infantry
victims looking for sympathy
the splash of october swimmers
the cheers of helsinki winners
my barbed bones of futility
leeking morrow of ability
and i don't need anyone
and you don't need
anyone
i want to be a happy boy
this means that you must employ my lies
when i
want you
and i don't need anyone
i want to be a happy boy
this means that you
must employ my lies
and i don't need anyone
and you don't need anyone
i want to
be a happy boy
this means that you must employ my lies
when i want you
and i
don't need anyone
and i don't need anyone
and i don't need anyone
undercover
angel
i saw you in a river
of stardust and golden spray
was sent down by the good sun
it covered you and made you shine
an angel that's what you are
but this shining flower knows it can sting
i know my mind is taken over
by this satellite
in the land of cloud
where you fell from
an angel that's what you are
but this shining flower knows it can sting
honesty it could destroy me
an angel is worth the risk
of being sentenced by a pilot
to my dreamland cross
oxygen
short sleeves and warm skin
losing coins calling next of kin
dropping words about the city we're in
ponds compressed by heavy air
us without care just sprawling there
gods in our world
airports and undergrounds
waiting to find the unfound
rising to pure insanity
here when you want me true love
has no simplicity
gods in our world
you and i we're going so high
the air is getting thin
but our land does not breathe in
and we dont need oxygen
its dreams that bind us and locks us in
the rest are impaled by sense
you and i we're going so high
the air is getting thin
but our land does not breathe in
and we dont need oxygen
its dreams that bind us and locks us in
the rest are impaled by sense
willow
by the bright leaves
in the garden
of my saviour
as the parasol
gently shades her
i cant see you
when i want to
where i am now
with our old lives
left behind us
we are new now
oh yeah
only way i want to be
only one i want to see
only way i want to live
only one i want to live
only one i want to love
by the old wood
burning in the garden
as the moths fly
through the flames like
our little harlem
surrender
my stupid short hall swimming
flight engulfed with my sparkling light
days of years years of days to go
and everything is upside down
and down around we go bust
still my thoughts are surrendered
bang and light thats all they do
beings like gods there are too few
holding on to the last dance tonight
pale face in a beach scent
piers of nothing remain cement
days of school learning how to smile
long way
south
Torrential high seas
Dragged me to my knees
Bleeding perfumed blood
Magic, mixed with mud
Grace I need you
To ease my place
In this world of face
I don't want to ever...
A death defying breeze
Is just what I need
To ease this passing blood
This pressure in my ears
Grace I need you
To ease my place
In this world of face
I don't want to ever...
Torrential high seas
Dragged me to my knees
Bleeding perfumed blood
Magic, mixed with mud
snow
People go
dancing
In crowded rooms
My head is getting tired
Darkness looms
Children go cursing
At their only cause
Why won’t it
snow
Like they said it would
What is it that they know
That I really should
I check my look
in the mirror
It don’t glow
My face is getting thinner
Darkness shows
Children go cursing
At their only cause
Why won’t it
snow
Like they said it would
What is it that they know
That I really should
Why won’t it
snow
Like they said it would
What is it that they know
That I really should
broken down
pasta machine
broke down by the weed
in the field
i get so nice
when i see angels face
i will sip the wine
of all the tears you cry -
feel for me sympathy
the kind that we all need..
crimson handed fiend of hate
strokes the soil of all saints
cannot flee the strength of the call
we just carry on as if we know all
that is wrong
feel for me sympathy
the kind that we all need
placid, perspective straight
losing hope postponing fate
synchronise incarcerate
let them eat i can hate
i can say nothing new
despite the doves that flew
feel for me sympathy
the kind that we all need
improv
decaying as i am,
i need not some promised land
i know i am failing
acceptance was the plan
no silence in the sea,
nothing tranquil awaits me
useless and used up
with too much using to do
i have chosen everything,
this is what makes it so bad
no matter what the action
the situation was created by me
my life is different,
these grey streets will only get me down
they will never fool me
and integrate me as their down
stumbling through patches
of flowered mortality
my daze is special you,
you're my goddess to be
not like you
wrap me up in confidence
break it down when it suits you
always separate no matter what happens
always needing more never content that's me
no capacity for complete generosity
not like you possibly please
love me sincerely claim you believe
its true the story could have confused you
maybe i was wrong
maybe you were strong
take it out on me
i will fight with thee
because i need things to go wrong
when they are right
algeria
escaping
contamination
is
a difficult operation
I
need some hibernation
to
hide me from the evil
protect
me from the vultures
the men and the women
drink and make children
they
need some hibernation
to
hide them from the evil
protect
them from the vultures
guide me through the colours
Spring
it dies, Summer arrives,
Summer dies, Autumn arrives,
Autumn dies, Winter arrives,
Forever and ever, ever and ever.
I
need this hibernation
to stray with deviation
to gather some information
hide
me from the evil
protect
me from the vultures
guide me through the colours
Spring
it dies, Summer arrives,
Summer dies, Autumn arrives,
Autumn dies, Winter arrives,
Forever and ever, ever and ever.
Spring it dies, Summer arrives,
Summer dies, Autumn arrives,
Autumn dies, Winter arrives,
Forever and ever, ever and ever.
bumble bee
fade away into dust again and i
will see what i want i sing my sad songs and i hope forever denounce the spears
thrown by mourners cherish the fears and wait for death
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