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Bio a historie
ROOK RVUS FRUGILEUS
Just a footprint of starlight
in sparkling smooth fog,
a silhouette with wide red line
drawn by the night into the wild dancing trees,
bending their branches
in pathetic proudness
to reach
to find
to imagine
the meaningful mark on the ground!
A thousands lights far from here
behind all real tomorrows
may shine a day
with gently spread wings,
a picture of her,
a patiently ward broken old toy
to beat
to feed
to realize
the stillness of uncontrollable burning candle!
Screwed up eyes weakend by the sharp shafts of spotlight,
so he can´t see the scene,
so he can´t see this marvelous field,
hidden in the golden coat
sewn with tiny little beard,
shivering with the dream of old and threadbare rook
to spoke
to wish
to hear
the forgotten voice of silent movie lost on his way back home!
So he puts his hat lower on his forehead
wakes up the last cigarette
and let the smoke
changes the taste of rusty false fay
to disappear in ghostly white faces
of this sweet existence!
HITCHIN' A RIDE
Wipe off the dust,
dry sweaty hair,
:I she´s been waiting I:
Bite sun-cracked lip,
is this town far away?
:I she´s been waiting I:
Afar off cerulean haze
exhales the morning Sun,
:I she´s been waiting I:
Draw rust layer aside,
to see the sign,
lying in dirtand read it
Her eyes burn like she made it,
fire coming out
And than she kick up the soil,
this town is far away!
Reddish flare of the street lamp
illuminates the regret in her face
®:This town is not special,
moments we spent there, people, memories,
that´s what making it precious.
Aaa memories making impressions!
She put on violent rouge,
a perfume hide the sweat
This road is used enough,
lights have been blinking from dark
:I Keep awake,she´s waiting I:
BURN
The red line crossed the avenue,
(matches and lighters up)
and the right time is upon you
(ashes and flames is…)
…the worse thing that can happen to you,
those flames they spread the threat and you
®:Ooo rock your body, let it burn and say,
ooo let nobody escape the flame and say,
ooo rock your body, let it burn and say
Those kids, their laughter in the air,
(matches and lighters up)
their little flames within their eyes,
(ashes and flames is…)
… the worse thing that can happen to them,
despite that fact they play with fire and then
(I wanna say, I wanna write,
spinning the lines away)
Every time my body turned to flame
every time damn it was such a shame!
PAUL
:I Goodbye, sweet morning – say good bye I:
say good bye to morning fights
There´s no need to be there right on time,
I´ve thought over every step to be all right,
I´m running down the street that´s lited up
satellite is less accurate than I,
my breakfast accompany
first glow of morning light
that blaze right in my eyes
while political scene expands its size
I do up wave on belly stubble of mine
I am on the time!
:I Goodbye, sweet morning – say good bye I:
I move out the door with advance of time,
I woke up a minute beforemy alarm signs a song
and shows me I am wrong
and get up from my bed
I go round our garden twice to get the mood,
crank up the bike to be fast as smooth
to stop to sway I pray
I´ll tell you by the way
I´m running high
so I smile all the time!
CREAM AND STRAWBERRIES
I wanna cream and strawberries
the fruit passion for my belly
Sunday morning while sun's rising
in the slippers I am hypnotizing
my better eye in a puddle, it's dazing
Ha aaaa
Memory, oh goddy, where's that thing
My head is steaming!
What happend yesterday
I don't care for!
Taptap tarap tap tá
®
I want to stay
but we´re out of coffins!
Do you need to play?
Susie eats the dolphins…
Do you know my faith?
Mr., please order yourself:
I wanna cream and strawberry!
Mr., please…
Uuu - the Sun is flying down,
uuu – or is it standing still like a stone?
uuu – she really thinks he knows.
uuu – and Susie starts her show!
Mr., please order yourself:
I wanna cream, I wanna cream!
Saturday evening while Moon's rising,
in a hand-made suite I am hypnotizing,
my bottled soul in the bar "By Daisy's"
Ha aaaa
Guilt trip, oh goddy, what is that thing,
My head is steaming!
What´s happening today
I don´t care for!
On my dinner I'm not in hurry,
I'll take two tickets, don't worry,
it's gonna be a great day, hey!
Ha aaaa
I´m not gonna change the order
I´m not gonna say:
Taptap tarap tap tá
®
FIGHT
The narrator
The world´s bad, bad, so bad
that´s how she´s been thinking about it
on wings of a butterfly
she wants to dream her days away
She
The smell of quiet places
is what I´m searching for in my fantasies
The narrator
Empty threats and struggles
keep her life
on a blank page
before the story line lifts off the ground
She
All of your misunderstandings
are forming a shade that I have to live in
Whispers
Baby this world doesn´t belong to all those places
where you could speak to yourself
Baby the reminder in your fiery hair
guards your heart and leads you there
The narrator
A little nipped and bended lip
tries to reveal
that she wants to smile
while she´s hiding behind her eyes
She
Will a mere illusion someday come
which replaces my shades with respect?
The narrator
Her home, her shelter
her soul, the center
of the circle drawn by an unsure hand
on brick wall yet not till the end
lies on the other side of her days.
SCHOOL BOY OF STEREOTYPE
I'm sitting on the chair
with my legs stretched over the table,
and the light from the outside world
coming through the window
is dirty and unstable.
Once bright and blue sky
now seems to be painted with a fusain,
against the wind you can strive
but I'm affraid that you won't beat it!
It doesn't ache me,
I'm just a school-boy of the stereotype
Once you will feel
the fire in your heart burns nomore with the smell of resistance,
you will agree with
the fool who sells the wayward fate to gain anchorage for life.
NOT SEATED
All I do I always do for living,
all my life I've filled up only with giving,
my daily theme is separation,
I can´t feel the good vibrations.
I have locked my freedom
I loose my dreams before I feel them
nothing but the obligation.
Let's call for evacuation.
All I do I always do for living,
all my life I've filled up only with giving,
my daily theme is separation,
showing me its domination.
I´m not the man I thought I would be
I do things expected from me,
looking at the life I wanted to live,
The more you take the more you give.
I've given everything!
®
I don't want to be a part of
this machine with demand of
one-way road now and over
and over and over...
I don't need their guarantee
to happy live for you and me,
decided to be an outsider,
outsider, outsider!
®
Yeah I want to be an outsider, babe!
