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
środa, 15 maja 2024
Ruby Fire
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