I talk in my sleep, Leila
Please, write down my dusky speech
Cause I think
That these words might be important for me
When I wake up
I’m sweating from fright
It must be that childish nightmare
I usually have at night
Tell me what it’s all about
Why do I wake up with a scream
Why do I hold on to your thighs
Your pale white lips
Tell me please
Leila, you’re such a killer
Please, write down my words
They might be the last thing I utter
It’s known well that we have no control
Upon the lives we lead
Upon the faces we know
We think we know, we drink we know
Tell me why you had to go
Why do I wake up with a scream
Your face like snow
Tell me so
It’s only the northern light
Shining thru my window
It’s really strange because
We’re living in the south
It’s only the northern light
And Orion’s belt in the night sky
It’s really strange because
We have no winter time
It’s only the northern light
Shining thru my window
Reduced to a worm by your side
You’re such a pretty widow
It’s only the northern light
Orion’s belt reaching out
It’s really strange because
We only come out at night
środa, 15 maja 2024
Northern Light (Leila)
Southern Star, Northern Lights
Walking on the circle periphery
Where time is just a pebble in the sky
Streets placed firmly
Round this circle’s equinox
Women come
Stars shine
The brightest, Southern Star
Northern lights
Sleeping in the middle of that circle
Anthem is a beauty, it’s a breath
Shadows clenched tight
To this circle’s ground
People pass
The talk gets done
The nearest, Southern Star
Northern lights
Holding to the outskirts of that circle
Waiting for the ambulance to come
I know this life would come to this
I know a young man’s folly
Leads to nothing nice
Nothing’s in order now
Southern Star
Northern lights
Digging up our treasures in this circle
Hoping our lines will meet one day
I know this life would come to this, eventually
Wreck you up, dispatch all that
Sear it like the young ones seared the sky
The doors are all closed
The solid ones
Southern Star
Northern lights
Carnivora
See her shaking castanets in winter’s stale surroundings
Shaking to the scent of death
But then death has no scent, I told her, surprised
With the castanets blazing so bright and well-placed
And winter really has no name, and then winter never had a face
Until then... until then...
But then there’s this bargain of death
And as she dances, place your bets
Crack-pot castanets
Crack-pot castanets
Like the galaxy’s on fire
Like the universe’s ablaze
Galleons undead
Galleons undead
Carnivora dances on your grave
Carnivora dances on your grave
Her meat so slowly rots, her castanets ablaze
Winter slowly putrefies, veils upon her face
Shimmer in the cold and the sour
Like she never had an hour
Or a home
Or a man
Or some other sick kind of lover
Carnivora bleeds
And waits
Black galleons undead
Black galleons undead
Carnivora, bleeding train
Shake those castanets
Carnivora, bleeding train
Shake those castanets
Bleeding mess
Bleeding mess
Carnivora’s obsessed
Hear her castanets
Oh, ain’t they beautiful
Hear her castanets
Oh, ain’t the winter very fruitful
Ain’t it all how it’s meant to be said
Black galleons undead
Galleons undead...
Ain’t it funny how she clenches both her fists
How her Spanish dresses burn
How her touch conceals despair
How you crawl upon her floors
How you crawl upon her floors
How her Spanish madmen burn
How her Spanish lovers burn
How she’s obviously Spanish, too
How she’s disarranged, a knell
How the knell tells all ends to this miserly land
In mirror writing – castanets
In mirror writing – castanets
Galleons of death
Galleons of death
Her Spanish dresses burn
It’s all a single breath
Her caravans join the dance, her caravans join the dance
Shaking their castanets, shaking their castanets
And the drum
How it hums
How she kneels
In a pool of breath
A pool of breath
She ceases to react
She ceases to react
Ceases to exist for his breath
Yeah, ceases to exist in this mess
Carnivora’s disarranged
Carnivora’s disarranged
There’s a something in the doorway
There’s a something in its hands
There’s a something in the doorway
There’s a something in its hands
How this stale whore moves
How this stale whore shakes
How her castanets jingle and jangle and tingle
How very Spanish of her
That prickling side of fame
That prickling side of shade
It’s funny how death has no scent
There’s a something in its hands
Crack-pot castanets
Oh, crack-pot castanets
Sorrows amass at the threshold
Embodied, hairy, mad
Sorrows amass at the threshold
Embodied, hairy, mad
Ain’t it funny how these galleons burn
Oh, galleons drown undead
Galleons drown undead
Midgets dance on her see-through dress
Midgets dance on her see-through dress
No doctor to tell she’s insane
No doctor to tell she’s insane
No heaven to conquer her hell
No heaven to conquer her hell
Those dresses are all stale
And Carnivora’s there
Carnivora’s naked
Her satins also bare
Carnivora’s baby, bleeding, moves away
Her king never wanted to stay
Her king never wanted to pay
With those crack-pot castanets
Crack-pot castanets
Carnivora’s on the very edge...
Angels fall behind the brink
Angels are comets, flakes...
Angels fall behind the brink
Angels are comets, flakes...
Of a something, of a nothing
Of death
Eyeballs blasted into wedding sheets
Eyeballs blasted into wedding chimes
Castanets decline, castanets decline
Impaled upon the world
Impaled upon the eye
Of a something, of a nothing
Of death
Carnivora, I told you you’re mad
I told you you’re lost, young and mad
I wiped off the tears from your breast
I wiped off the blood from your face
Carnivora, so distant, so stale...
Her king never stayed
Eyeballs blasted into wedding sheets
Guts inside the wedding cake
Carnivora, that’s your waist
Oh, why I hold this crunching waist
Collapsing under a single touch
Collapsing under a single step
Of this I know
I proved you mad
I proved you mad
In a something, in a nothing
In death
Carnivora, you’re best left unsaid
Carnivora, you’re best left unsaid
In the end, it’s all unsaid
In the end, it’s all ah unsaid
Carnivora proceeds, bleedin’ to death
Whispering “galleons undead”
See, galleons undead
Black galleons undead
Angels fall behind the brink
Angels are comets, flakes...
Angels fall behind the brink
Angels are comets, flakes...
Her castanets of spiderwebs
Eternal castanets
Her castanets of spiderwebs
Eternal castanets
Black galleons undead
Eternal castanets
Tortured piece of meat
Tortured piece of rain
Winter castanets
Winter castanets
Pale as death
Pale as death
Pale as Carnivora’s
Breath
Meant for the Road
I was made for traveling
I must travel all the time
And even when not traveling
I’ve got traveling on my mind
That’s another turn to take
That’s another road to go
And the traveling days ain’t over
And the wind for traveling blows
Meant for the road
Carrying the load
Another town to go
Meant for the road
I’m meant for the road
Meant for the road
I was made for traveling
And you gotta know the way
When you see me traveling, woman
Don’t you ever get upset
That’s another bar to turn
That’s another way to ride
And where highways end again
Something else begins to shine
Meant for the road
Carrying the load
Another town to go
Meant for the road
I’m meant for the road
Meant for the road
I was made for traveling
I’m the man beside the road
I’m the trucker at the wheel
I’m the devil in the cold
And you gotta let me travel
If you don’t I’m bound to leave
Know this traveling never stops
Know this traveling’s all I need
Meant for the road
Carrying the load
Another town to go
Meant for the road
I’m meant for the road
Meant for the road
Shut Up Silence
Providence of Sorrow
Search for the tempest in your head
Smash your mirror & bathe in glass
Burn your district, burn your town
Search for the tempest outside your mind
& you’ll find
The providence of sorrow
Grim advocate of sin
He’s looking for tomorrow
Thru a stained glass piece
Look at all the disasters you’ve made
Smile into the face of your foe – the day
Night, your sister, crawls inside your bed
A nymphomaniac beast, another tempest in your head
She is
The providence of sorrow
Grim advocate of sin
She’s looking for tomorrow
Thru a stained glass piece
Another glass of bourbon
Send it in all the way thru your throat
Another dive into different dimensions
As you lay naked on the floor
But still you can only feel
The tempest in your brain
And disaster walks behind you
Hand in hand with death
The providence of sorrow
Grim advocate of sin
Looking for tomorrow
Thru a stained glass piece
Precession
26,000 years
Through views that change our world
Full cycle at the gates of dawn
At sunset I wander alone
I am counting the stars, I measure the ground
I bring light for the new tribes
I’ve built the monument of Lion and the Belt of Orion
Mother of All is satisfied
Eons forward, eons back
Walking through the stardust
Spin of the wheel, the beginning and end
The start of it the end of another start
Sun’s now rising where it once set
And sets where it once rose
I saw the rise and the set of Orion
And whole generations have gone
Dream Zone
I blink my eye
And I’m a cherry tree
Chatting with Dietrich on her death
I blink my eye
And I’m a poem’s end
Writing itself breath by breath
I blink my eye
And I’m gone
You forget me, you remember
Lifetimes long
It’s so cool being here with all of you
It’s so cool reaching out and seeing truth
Little void keep returning for your song
It’s so cool living right where I belong
In the dream zone
In the dream zone
I blink my eye
And I’m a mountaintop
Sitting at Buddha’s stony feet
I blink my eye
And I’m nebulae whip
Starving eons far for just a little kiss
I blink my eye
And I’m gone
You forget me, you remember
Lifetimes long
It’s so cool being here with all of you
It’s so cool reaching out and seeing truth
Little void keep returning for your song
It’s so cool living right where I belong
In the dream zone
In the dream zone
Foxtrot Hearts
Why must you keep tearing that very well fitting
And scorching new rhythm apart
Why must you keep trace of my journeys
Through the wastelands of all foxtrot hearts
And must we keep looking most boldly for love
While we know we're most desperately lost
We've learned all our lessons, we paid all our dues
We both now know love’s highest cost
Now all roads are blocked and the doors are all closed
No, no one’s enjoying the ride
Except the unbroken and well-shaken king
Of all these foxtrot hearts
So why do we need our old traveling shoes
We’ve got wings wide enough to fly
We've got heavens to bleed on, earth to walk by on
So many blue things to deny
Why must you keep dancing all over the surface
And push all your needles inside
Why must you belong to the worst man around
The killer of all foxtrot hearts
The tune’s never changing, the orchestra's fake
I'd never join in to their song
I’m choking on chords and I’m singing their words
To a poor giveaway microphone
I still got my trumpet to blow
I still got my trumpet to blow
I still got my trumpet to blow
I still got my trumpet to blow
Ego Schizm
Little pin men of madness
Running round the pupil of my veins
I declare a war to my sadness
A war in which there is no defense
A war in which my sadness
Doesn’t stand a single chance
Pure love lies deflorated
On some blood-drenched dirty floor
A maneuver planned not too good
A mistake on parallel fronts
It’s a war in which my troops
Have to climb up dementia walls
Thru a hole in my skin I have seen
An angel and his larva of filth
It tried to get out and spread its wings
But the air killed that bastard immediately
This bastard would end my war
If he could only flee from me