Northern Light (Leila)

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

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

Shut up

it is what the day is for

go out, do a list

execute your shopping cart

Shut up

it is what this love is for

look at the cross in my fist,

burden of sky

Shut up

yes, you - you ain't done nothing

in silent hours,

holding onto your blanket

of breath

Shut up

it is why we are married

twilight songs encompass all eyes

you mark his hand with love

Shut up

in front of her eyes, she didn't deserve

this hell, motorways

noise and gimmicks of pain

Shut up

but close your kingdom well

it never served these weakened ones

tired in body and soul

Shut up

it is what we are for

to comfortably share the night 

while gentle children sleep

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

Ruby Fire

Here comes Ruby Fire
In the morning sun
Here comes Ruby Fire
In the morning sun
Four hours ago we had wine
Hi-fi blasting all night
Here comes Ruby Fire
She makes love alright

Here comes Ruby Fire
Yeah she’s talking fine
Here comes Ruby Fire
Yeah she walks alright
Three hours ago we tried
To push thru the other side
Here comes Ruby Fire
There’s no place to run

Here comes Ruby Fire
Set the night ablaze
Here comes Ruby Fire
With a pretty face
Two hours ago we talked
Thru sheets & hair & smoke
Here comes Ruby Fire
And it ain’t no joke

Here comes Ruby Fire
Dancing round the room
Here comes Ruby Fire
Singing to the moon
An hour ago she smiled
And said it’ll be alright
Here comes Ruby Fire
Keeps you satisfied

Here comes Ruby Fire
In the evening light
Here comes Ruby Fire
In the evening light
Now I just gotta go
Dancing down the road
Here comes the Blues Revolver
Keeps you satisfied

Major Sell-Out

And her body lies on the freshly lawn grass
Available to all the eyes
A question springs out is that art is that sex
Her house of love full of spies
Major sell-out
Cash in
Decide

Basquiat comes along with good old Andy
Discussing their emboss of reach
A question springs out is that journalist right
That grass comes along to teach
Major sell-out
Cash in
Leave

Then all those French people come closer
Montmartre still their oysters and wine
A culture of food lies under their skin
The culture that left us behind
Major sell-out
Cash in
That’s mine

Mercedes rolls by with her father
The one that cashed in on the Deutsch
A rose becomes a car for the chosen ones
Daddy’s kirsch is no drink for the old
Major sell-out
Cash in
What’s worse

Once I’ve been a boxer in your ring
Look, I’m still wearing those fluorescent pants
You peep out of the window, there’s a garden of your cunt
Composed of doll’s broken hands
Major sell-out
Cash in
Romance

Find No Need

Why cry, the world is flooded with tears
Why fear, the minds are crowded with fear
Why lie, the city is paved with lies
Why go, it’s better to stay right here

Find no need to do it
Don’t step back, don’t fail
Find no need to change it
True love will prevail

Why turn, it’s better to be one place
Why run, it’s better to stop the race
Why stop, it’s better to walk all the time
Why die, it’s only inside your mind

Find no need to do it
Don’t step back, don’t fail
Find no need to change it
True love will prevail

Why sleep, there’s sleeping folks all around
Why watch, with other passer-by’s
Why laugh, at those who found a way
Why speak, there’s nothing you can say

Find no need to do it
Don’t step back, don’t fail
Find no need to change it
True love will prevail

Lean On Me Baby

Drifting down the highway on a barrel of wine
Sailing on the shadows of a windy old mind
I don’t wanna hear about love and the gifts of time
Strutting like a madman through a cafe of saints
Down the streets of sorrow where the people are faint
I don’t wanna hear about fate and the garden gates

Lean on me baby, won’t you hand me your time
Lean on me baby, it’s a dirty old life
Smiling when we’re dying and the orchestra is going home
Lean on me baby, won’t you hand me your time
Lean on me baby, it’s a dirty old life
Grieving when we’re living and another troubled child is born

Drinking with the phantoms near the docks in the bay
There’s a haven in the city where I earn my pay
Playing my songs in the shade of a dirty old stage
I used to be a poet but those days are gone
I spoke for generations I should leave all alone
You can still read my words of rage if you find the right page

Sitting on a bar stool in my favorite bar
Levitating slowly on a heatwave of cars
Draining down my bottle and I guess it’s raining beer outside
Drawing me a ladder to the clouds up above
Hands of angels touch me and the weather gets worse
I should’ve seen it coming but my soul was drowning deep in night

Cold Intelligence

I’ll show you moon round barb wire fence
Show you doves impaled on my crown
I’ll show you cruel, cold intelligence
Show you freedom on the run

You’ll go with me to any place colder than before
I’ll show you traces of a love older than this world
You’ll beg for us to end before something bigger cracks
Then we’ll watch in sepia tone the madness of our past

You’ll follow letters never sent
Break a hollow ring
Meet my loneliness so long
That you will learn to sing

You’ll come to age of giving time
In return for pain
I will never learn your part
Of standing in the rain

There’s this shadow on your lips
I never could erase
After broken fallen years
Gone in winter’s haze

We’ll travel back again
To pure nonsense and visage
Then I’ll fit you in my book
Arabic death mirage

Perfumed Death

Death she sees, there’s only death
For heathen ladies of the night
Flying from their broken frames
Captured by your lens in flight
While below the masses stare
At their favorite model’s game
She belongs to someone else
Those silhouettes in blazing rain

Perfumes glowing in the night
Perfumed death awaits for you
Let her go or hold her tight
Watch out man, here come the news

Life she sees with weary eyes
She’s not sure she’s holding on
There’s so many boys and toys
Waiting in the pleasure zone
Picture frame by picture frame
You adjust to their machines
Have you tasted their champagne
Have you looked outside the dream

Perfumes glowing in the night
Perfumed death awaits for you
Let her go or hold her tight
Watch out man, here come the news

Fame she sees with every move
Love was meant to be her fate
Muscles trapped in plastic tubes
Fill her head with voice of faith
She believed in every word
Fashion priests declared their truth
Have you bought your ticket yet
Time to drain you of your youth

Perfumes glowing in the night
Perfumed death awaits for you
Let her go or hold her tight
Watch out man, here come the news

Rzeczy Których Się Boimy: Wytyczne

Wielka, szara maszyna drążąca wąwóz łyżką.
Jeleń o ludzkiej twarzy.
Zmechanizowana plaża.
Otwór w ziemi, wypełniony wodą. My w nim. Trudne do określenia uczucie.
Podziemna technika, o której nikt nie wie.
Hala fabryczna, unosimy się w powietrzu, wybite okna.
Sztuczna, uśmiechnięta dziwka na żetony.
Wysoki bunkier.
Maszyna do przetapiania ludzi na surowce wtórne.
Kosz na ludzi
Wielki, zachłanny, metalowy kutas.
Wydrążarka.
Salon o dobrym oświetleniu, pełen trupów.
Mentalna fotosynteza.
Tunel przecinający nasz mózg.
Elektryczny strumień informacji.
Okratowane.
Cena.
Druga (Droga) Nadbudowa Antyboska.
Porównywanie ludzi i zwierząt.
Trzy rury.
Oceaniczny Konglomerat Okupacyjny.
Słowa: „Chcesz rozmawiać? To płać. Jedno słowo = 50$”
Słowa: „Chcesz móc wszystko? – Bądź bogaty”
Wyceniona ziemia.
Dochody.
Monokulturowość unifikacji.
Mechaniczne Miejsce pod molo.
Budynek im wyższy, tym głębszy.
Władza nad umysłem i zakaz działania twórczego.
Ujednolicenie mas.
Plazmowa skóra.
Niezbadane rejony Ziemi – stamtąd czekamy na zagładę.
Posągi z metalu wykonujące pracę dynamiczną.
Prorocy strachu.
Jesteśmy inni.
Inny znaczy gorszy.
Zero wartości.
Czasy pierwotne.
Piękno masowe.
Wieczna starość – życie tak długie, że nudne do wyrzygania.
(miliardy razy jedna, dobrze opłacana czynność)
Wzmacniacze myśli.
MMM

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