Unburied Ghost

Unburied ghost, Eternal One
Sweeping through the sands of time
Fractured ghost, the One of Moon
Forests of his halo bright
Through the desert where he sleeps
Wandering feet emerge from night
Unburied ghost, Eternal One
Sweeping through unburied mines

Restless ghost, unsleeping ghost
On Euphrates pits of sand
Hungry one, Eternal One
Dancing to his own command
Through the desert where he sleeps
No one dares to walk or drive
Restless ghost, unburied ghost
Spirit of the traveling kind

Unburied ghost, eternal stare
Eyes that conquer pain and lust
Howling ghost, the sad Coyote
Left behind there where he must
Lay and wait for better times
Unburied Ghost, the One of Moon
Forests of his halo bright
Dry your ear and hear him croon

A Failure’s Unlike a Failure

Meet me naked in the morning, let’s discuss another choice
Of your brilliant recognitions, of your sidewalks and your clothes
Though your kisses promise nothing they’re still giving me a chance
To be honest in this whirlpool, to be permanent in change
Still you keep your mind well chained babe and you think I won’t behave
So you say once more it’s over and I never made the grade
But a failure’s unlike a failure
And a prayer’s unlike a prayer
Yes a failure’s unlike a failure
And a prayer’s unlike a prayer

Meet me shadowless and hurried, like you’ve never seen me be
Oh I know you left this wasteland for the peaceful country wind
But I still can hear your footsteps and I still can see your eyes
And I’m talking to your mirror though reflections don’t come round
Still to kneel here is to have you and to have you is to sleep
In the presence of your sainthood, where the sun forever weeps
But a failure’s unlike a failure
And a thief’s unlike a thief
But a failure’s unlike a failure
And a thief’s unlike a thief

So you happen to be worried everytime we get too close
And you find another reason as I lose another word
Still to be there is to have you and to have you is to sleep
In the presence of your saints, in your sentimental digs
But a failure’s unlike a failure
And a thief’s unlike a thief
But a failure’s unlike a failure
And a thief’s unlike a thief

Is it really necessary, to become your favorite slip
And your conscience is exploding, oh keep amusing me
Just to rest inside your palace, or to fade into your arms
And that’s all I need today, and it’s all you’d need tonight
So I guess I must be goin’, see the moon is hangin’ low
And I got no time to waste, it’s a sorry little world
But a failure’s unlike a failure
And a word’s unlike a word
But a failure’s unlike a failure
And a word’s unlike a word

Transparent, Not Real

We’re too fragile

Not real anymore

We’re of spray-paint

We’re the wooden shack wall

Scriptures on her

Of no mind

Deaf clouds riding

Thru the night

Not real

Transparent

Not real

We’re too honest

In our fear

Cool stars see us

Pretty near

In their frost

Where we stand

Pleasure falls red

From your hands

Not real

Transparent

Not real

We’re both broken

Nuptial minds

Rings of smoke

Left behind

We’re a record

Full of scratch

Our denial

Can’t be matched

Not real

Transparent

Not real

Morze z Twoich Stron

Mijasz gołębie i płytki chodnikowe
Starożytna ulica sypie się na głowę
Otwiera się miasto jak zatęchła konserwa
Nie musisz jej jeść, możesz to przerwać

Uderzyć w nieba strop, usłyszeć statku dzwon
Zobaczyć wreszcie morze z twoich stron

Mijasz żebraków i puszki, kapelusze
Modlą się o drobne, krwawią białym tuszem
Otwiera się miasto jak spleśniały dzban wina
Nie musisz tego pić, możesz zmienić klimat

Uderzyć w nieba strop, usłyszeć statku dzwon
Zobaczyć wreszcie morze z twoich stron

Mijasz piękne panie wpatrzone w paznokcie
Marzysz o ich udach, o nieskończonej wiośnie
Otwiera się miasto jak zbolała prostytutka
Nie wchodź do środka, tam tylko szczurza trutka

Uderzyć w nieba strop, usłyszeć statku dzwon
Zobaczyć wreszcie morze z twoich stron

Mijasz policjantów, schylasz się po kamień
Twarde głowy pękną, chodnik znów poplamią
Otwiera się miasto jak anarchiczne drzwi
Pójdziesz z naszym frontem, albo dokopiemy ci

Uderzyć w nieba strop, usłyszeć statku dzwon
Zobaczyć wreszcie morze z twoich stron

Zapalasz papierosa, nie smakuje jak powinien
Mijasz bary, puby, sklepy, zabijasz klina klinem
Ekspedientki i kelnerzy i klienci i barmanki
Wszyscy piją z jednych ścieków, leją do tej samej szklanki

Uderzyć w nieba strop, usłyszeć statku dzwon
Zobaczyć wreszcie morze z twoich stron

Hearts on Flame

Broken vows and heavy clouds

Weakness in the faceless crowds

Passions pure and lovers blind

Kiss the lips I’ve left behind

Just my coat and no-one else

Just my words and silent bells

Just my fear of losing you

To this cruel and aimless view

Hearts on flame

Hearts on flame

Hearts on flame

Thoughtless march of drifting fools

They were taught to keep it cool

Feelingless they walk around

Always kept close to the ground

Lovers meet and lovers part

Where you laughed I lost my heart

Never found a friend again

Laughed insane from all this pain

Hearts on flame

Hearts on flame

Hearts on flame

Dawn is near, the city sleeps

As I walk deserted streets

Unfamiliar mannequins

Crowd the alleys of my dreams

What’s behind the shady door

I can’t take this life no more

Just my fear of losing you

Keeps me living like I do

Hearts on flame

Hearts on flame

Hearts on flame

Valley of Wild Dawn

Everything is smaller, the birds, the trees
The page I’m writing on
Everything is smaller
In the valley of wild dawn

Just one hand to reach it all
Just one tongue to describe
Everything got smaller yesterday
Ain’t no place to hide

If you be looking for me
For the night or human fear
Remember everything is smaller
And every experience is near

But you’ll never meet your fear in here
You’ll never find your night
The sun might be much smaller
But it’s equal in its burning light

And it shines forever, guiding
Good hands into the source
Crystal clear waters rising
In the valley of wild dawn

The Box

I open no boxes
I count no years
I’m living in a box myself
Taking no airplanes
Driving no cars
Walking everywhere
I work in no office
I work for nobody
I’m living on a Hindu shelf
Hearing no lectures
Seeing no wartime
Following lucky trails
Om Ma Ni Pad Me
Om Ma Ni Pad Me
Om Ma Ni Pad Me Hum

I draw no curtains
Turn on no light
Breathing in natural sun
I climb no concrete
Cardboard towers
Houses high of ice
I like the box I’m living in
You cannot see for why
I’m living like a beggar
Sleeping like a spy
Om Ma Ni Pad Me
Om Ma Ni Pad Me
Om Ma Ni Pad Me Hum

I chase no shadows
Trust no game
Live by my own rules
Use no mirrors
Build no prisons
Laughing with the fools
Starving with my prophets
Learning from my bones
City preachers guide me
City sky my home
Om Ma Ni Pad Me
Om Ma Ni Pad Me
Om Ma Ni Pad Me Hum

Deaf Critic

I'll go to Wal-Mart
get "Songs from a Room" (remastered), "Essential Leonard Cohen"
and a Panasonic Arc IV Wireless Men's Wet/Dry Shaver
in this way, I'll be putting across a social message
I'll save you some time
and I'll play deaf critic again
not cutting myself, like before, to rusty little
razorblade pieces

Your Mother’s Acid Eye

I shot your mother in her acid eye
It opened up to show a world unknown
Tripping Egypt surfaced on its petals
Moon was nothing in their periscopes

And they flew across the universe
Circled space whole wide
Returned to petals dying
Of your mother’s acid eye

Blood of sunrise came and rested safe
On Himalaya rays of snow and sand
We have found the Ark on plateaus late
Where trees of wisdom grew out of my hand

And they grew across the universe
Reached the roots of time
Returned to sand and snow then
In your mother’s acid eye

Falling leaves they formed a temple
Million thousand light years wide
Thru the black hole we admired creation
Made all love and things of love survive

And they flew across the universe
Now immortalized
Traveled every night sky
In your mother’s acid eye

Now to every world they’re taken
Labors of a cosmic love
Pyramids exploding, rising
On every sunlit friendly shore
Passing galaxies away
Little seeds of men and time
Every atom dances grateful
For a mind that loves all minds

Spread across the universe
Glowing just like wine
Everything was born a comet
In your mother’s acid eye

Tikal

At the dawn of time, cyclopean walls

Snake columns of fire

Feather god, ocean side, 12000 years

Stars regressing, stars conspire

Tikal – the heart of sun

Tikal – the sun empire

At the dawn of time, mists on ancient highways

Power plants and cities of our dreams

Heavy dragons headed horizon

Leather demons, sunken beasts

Tikal – the heart of sun

Tikal – the never ending feast

At the dawn of time, architects in spirals

Arabesques of the ancient skies

Utopias rebuilt inside a second

Endless roads to Venus and to Mars

Tikal – the heart of sun

Tikal – the buzzing god of flies

At the dawn of time, rebuilding galaxies

Earthworks of the primal universe

High rise blocks at the nest of this world

Urban jungles like a cancerous cell

Tikal – the heart of sun

Tikal – the vision well

At the dawn of time, sermons of chrome

Wheels of peace in turn

Darkest culture, secret rites, 12000 years

Earth must fall, stars must burn

Tikal – the heart of sun

Tikal – now in mighty ruin

At the dawn of time, cultures rise and fall

Rivers carrying the news

The jaguar must bathe in his own blood

The monkey attached to her views

Tikal – the heart of sun

Tikal – forever white and blue