sentimentally falling
Writing down these words so eloquently sealing my attempt to be fun / All the money’s spend on apathy and bank accounts / The western soil is mine / Writing
down these words so sentimental / Look at my mistake: I’m dreaming / There’s my mother’s bed / It’s torn to pieces by my hands / Oh please forgive me / Everywhere I go there’s a grave underneath me / Every time I sleep there is blood shed for my skin / Everywhere I dance there are people waiting / Everywhere I roam I’m a slave to a system / Everywhere I go there’s a western community / Every time I sleep there is terror inside of me / Everywhere I roam there’s a plan watching over me / You are not alone / You’re invented.

comfort to the dalai lama
These visions assemble and tell my crooked heart / With your lips on my upper arm / Those weak days of waiting / Our summers all in shards / Like a bloodline runs through it all / And all of our skin is covered with the ashes from a capitol din / All of the engines fall into pieces / You see there’s a temple for every broken heart / And a leader to assume your faults / You’re pulling me closer to feel our bodies’ spin / With our bloodlines and everything / And the bridges near Kota fell with the substance of brick into the river of Chambal / All the workers died / They felt it all / Everyone listens now and then, my friend / To the sound of everything / But the visions assemble and summon up the parts / And the world skips like a pounding heart / The comfort of summer, love, is leading ahead all of your dues / And the making of the forbidden words would tear us apart / The Comfort of summer, love, is leading ahead all of your dues / And the making of the forbidden words would tear us apart / Desolation by your common TV / And the Lama takes you to the real beyond here / Revolution is a broken language / And the Lama takes you to the real beyond here.

sanctuary
Everyone is leaving here all wounded by the heart / All waiting for Moses / Take me home again / You told me in the sand / Look at the real / Oh world of steel / And the flowers all bend into sanctuaries / In the nighttime when she dreams of flawless skin / Dreams the nature of man like a solid sculpture / Like a crow leaves all behind for a prey you crouch and find / That in the end of it he crawls for your womb / Sanity I need you now that I’m taking it apart / Love’s not a deer / Keep it real / And you couldn’t keep a secret even if you wanted to choose / Your eyes aren’t clear / Your eyes aren’t clear / In the subway you relate to all the colors / The translation of your moves / And you seek to find / You just need to find anyone / And the flowers all bend into sanctuaries / In the nighttime when she dreams of your bodies’ spin / You are the nature of sin so put your heart into it / Like a crow leaves all behind for the symbol of nature’s child / It eats my heart like this / And from my heart like a veil runs the blood / Gasping: / “You’re extraordinary…” / “With your astral lungs” / “You’re playing it harder than most” / “Please kill me sensually with your black toys and your astral smile”.

the arrogant
She rolled over and stared right through me / The upstairs are screaming; the kid is like a hurricane of loss / Chaos made them love that kid made to save them / And the enemy listened for seconds or so / Gathering armies placing them on your acid tongue / I felt the wind as their bodies fell hard from the aircrafts / And I pushed my mouth against the bricks in the wall and I screamed: Everybody knows it / But your words mean nothing he whispered lightly in front of the apartment / Waiting for the alcohol to work / And I heard his request so I opened his chest with my bare hands / And I wore his broken body ‘cause it was me he counted on / For ten years and twenty-seven days I wore his face and my heart went black in those aircrafts / As I pushed their naked bodies out for the wind to catch / And I pushed my mouth against the bricks in the wall and I screamed: Everybody knows it / Everything went hard as my former body crumbled into dust / And she did not see my face as she pushed my body out of the bed and screamed: / Everything is hard; there is something wrong / Your heart is colored black / And I looked straight at her face: It’s always been this way / So I pushed my mouth against the bricks in the wall and I screamed: Everybody knows it.

passion
It’s the passion that keeps our hands together during this great sleep / It’s a test drive: The human love for pleasure / A nature so foolish / Take your suitcase from underneath the floorboards; we are leaving these settings / ‘Cause what will it take to halt the mug here? / Your words are at war, dear / And our love roams through a vivid fantasy / Please take me to the depths of sanity / The hate glows in your face when you can’t sleep / There’s a war inside your dreams / It’s the passion that takes us to the party where everyone’s dancing / And the steps go on and on and these people make you think like the insane / And jump out the windows to label the sun: you’re out of love / You feel like a poet in the morning screaming: / I’m just a loser like God! / But it’s the passion that keeps our hands together during this great sleep / And the kid who pulls a gun will tell you what is fun until the ashes / And our love roams through a vivid fantasy / Please take me to the depths of sanity / The hate glows in your face when you can’t sleep / There’s a war inside your dreams / Our love roams through a vivid fantasy / Please take me to the depths of sanity / And the hate glows as he pulls the iron fist / And you fall into a dream.

desolation, mr. foe
Waiting by the telephone / The line is singing dead majestic tones / The humor of a cigarette / Won’t ease the burns of being set to go / All your life you’ve seen it shown in the park, in the alley, in the room where they left you alone / With a teenage dream that’s all / Of a foreign wave / You’re spitting out the letters of control / And the streets of this city will leave you to roam / When everyone else is going back home / Desolation, Mr. Foe, is running down the citadel at home / The queen is jumping down the street – a savage heart – it’s a savage heart and it roars / All her life she’s seen it shown in the street, in the alley, in the room where they left her alone / With a teenage dream that’s all / Of a foreign wave / She’s spitting out the letters of control / And the streets of this city will leave you to roam / When everyone else is going back home / There on the lawn he feels unknown / Back in the trees he is a fool / I need disorder with the sons and daughters / There by and by he turns to stone / And the streets of this city will leave you to roam / When everyone else is going back home / They call upon science to see where the wind blows / You look down and watch your hair grow / I need disorder with the sons and daughters / There by and by he turns to stone.

air force
Everyone’s leaving / The house is a mess / You and your magic friend / Chose to confront me folding the air into a dark affair / We need an air force / To gather the pieces, the love and the fear / I made your skin crawl on this night / Oh, my love / Lock up the doors / There’s no easing the pain / Losing a life of games / Brought to impostures and comfort in death / You walk alone, my friend / We need an air force / To gather the pieces, the love and the fear / I made your skin crawl on this night / Oh, my love / Take off these sad clothes I need you to feel my despair / Breaking the atmosphere / All of your talk of the dead will not stop / Breathe me like toxic love / We need an air force / To empty the streets with their naked machines / You made my skin crawl on this night / Oh, my love / We won’t be air borne / Caught with the dust and the salt on the floor / We need an air force in this life / Oh, my love.

she
She got out of sight as her brain left her body signals / She was dreaming of a world named after her / He was tall and dark with a mind like a woman / Listening to her crooked tales of the past / It was love / And when her boyfriend died all along with the other human beings / She survived as her brain divorced her skull / She would have to live in the air with the other God likes / Never have the need of a friend / Without lust / She cries / She cries a riddle of the heart in the cold beat of all this symmetry / And burns around the middle, she keeps a plain soul / The riddle to your heart is the cold lines of the asymmetry / And you bend with a secret, with a cool in your heart / She cries with the beat of desire: He died without a sound / She cries / She cries a river of her own / When her mind seeks into the symmetry / And flows around the circle / She keeps a plain heart / By the river of her own / She’s a straight line across / When she bends: / Take it down to the river with me / Love me in the water / Like the free / Lie right here as we float down the stream.

my dark skin
Silence keeps me disordered / I need you with me here / And everyone else in a beat environment in the city / It has much to do with the African affairs / And our white skin soldiers political and fair / Gathered in a restaurant / You dancing with the waiter’s son / Anyone’s got a black cigar? / Anyone at all? / So watch me take off this dark skin, the dresses and the fair / Everyone else in a beat environment in the city! / There is dancing on these tables and in the squares / And the solitary; they whisper like the dead / ‘Cause all of these fights keep hunting us in the night / All of the great politicians with sweat in their eyes.

by the shore
Meet me by the shore / I can see the waves are changing course / And the lines grow fast in your palms / See these tides, my love, are not at stake for you and me / Waiting by the shore / Captain, I’m not sure / Why are we alive when the enemy’s dead? / The answers foam by the shore / Like multiplying digits rise and fall / And like lovers attending your parties / We prey on the dark / I drink / You drink on your own / And your heart is a burning disaster / So beat on the drums and we’ll burn that much faster / Prey on my soul and I’ll show you disaster / Beat on the drums / And we’ll burn that much faster / Oh, my love / So meet me by the shore / Can’t you feel the waves are changing course / And the lines won’t show you the way / All this water cold / I’m wide-awake / Like you on the shore / You alight.