Thursday, 19 July 2012
Wednesday, 18 July 2012
Sonnet: The blind distance
when you've been a fool and been blind
you have to stop and open your eyes wide
because there's no other way
of achieving peace of mind
I seem to leave when you're gone
just like if it was you leaving me
and then I hear the same old song
as a kind of therapy treating me
there's no wanderer soul anymore
because I'm nonexistent
I'm not here because I'm sore
you're not blind, you're distant
and your heart can't see me
though your eyes believe me
you have to stop and open your eyes wide
because there's no other way
of achieving peace of mind
I seem to leave when you're gone
just like if it was you leaving me
and then I hear the same old song
as a kind of therapy treating me
there's no wanderer soul anymore
because I'm nonexistent
I'm not here because I'm sore
you're not blind, you're distant
and your heart can't see me
though your eyes believe me
Sunday, 15 July 2012
Wednesday, 11 July 2012
When you leave me alone, by Piano Magic
I'm okay for a couple of hours
and then, like a fog, your absence erases all details
and I can't keep warm
so the (...) is always (...)
and the cups pile up around the sink
mocking the hours
I re-position inanimate objects
so they have a better view of the garden
and I move ornaments
so their shadows are more pronounced
I stay awake until early hours
watching minor westerns
anything to avoid getting in a cold empty bed
I play that record you always find melancholic
Red House Painters
stars (...)
Forget to take my medicine
and then I walk up the hill
and stand up on the street corner
and all weathers
as if like a lighthouse
I could somehow recklessly show you the way back
the clock sometimes seems to hold its seconds
and the sky sometimes seems to hold the birds
When you leave me alone
I become who I was before:
a two-piece jigsaw
with one piece missing
I plug into the old answering voice machine
to listen to friends I've lost
their voice is like (...)
and the bar you don't like
I talk about you too much
and I know I'm talking about you too much
but I can't shake you
'cause I don't want to shake you
I wear the same shirt for days
Don't shave
Sleep on the couch
Spend hours watching the dust in the sunlight
thinking: "will this dust last longer than both of us?".
When you leave me alone,
I retract,
I'm okay for a couple of hours
then, like a fog, your absence erases all details
and I can't keep warm
[the possible transcription]
and then, like a fog, your absence erases all details
and I can't keep warm
so the (...) is always (...)
and the cups pile up around the sink
mocking the hours
I re-position inanimate objects
so they have a better view of the garden
and I move ornaments
so their shadows are more pronounced
I stay awake until early hours
watching minor westerns
anything to avoid getting in a cold empty bed
I play that record you always find melancholic
Red House Painters
stars (...)
Forget to take my medicine
and then I walk up the hill
and stand up on the street corner
and all weathers
as if like a lighthouse
I could somehow recklessly show you the way back
the clock sometimes seems to hold its seconds
and the sky sometimes seems to hold the birds
When you leave me alone
I become who I was before:
a two-piece jigsaw
with one piece missing
I plug into the old answering voice machine
to listen to friends I've lost
their voice is like (...)
and the bar you don't like
I talk about you too much
and I know I'm talking about you too much
but I can't shake you
'cause I don't want to shake you
I wear the same shirt for days
Don't shave
Sleep on the couch
Spend hours watching the dust in the sunlight
thinking: "will this dust last longer than both of us?".
When you leave me alone,
I retract,
I'm okay for a couple of hours
then, like a fog, your absence erases all details
and I can't keep warm
[the possible transcription]
Friday, 29 June 2012
Abyss
Once you've been around death
once you've tried it's cold whisper
that gave you chills all over your body
you can now live indifferently
because you know you'll come to rest
Gravity pulls you under
as you're on the verge of the abyss
The deepest wound will not scar
the greatest lost will not be filled
and my pain has become so grand
that nothing can get it extinct
Gravity pulls everything
as you're on the edge to nothing
once you've tried it's cold whisper
that gave you chills all over your body
you can now live indifferently
because you know you'll come to rest
Gravity pulls you under
as you're on the verge of the abyss
The deepest wound will not scar
the greatest lost will not be filled
and my pain has become so grand
that nothing can get it extinct
Gravity pulls everything
as you're on the edge to nothing
The Inner Light, by George Harrison
Without going out of my door
I can know all things on earth
With out looking out of my window
I can know the ways of heaven
The farther one travels
The less one knows
The less one really knows
Without going out of your door
You can know all things on earth
With out looking out of your window
You can know the ways of heaven
The farther one travels
The less one knows
The less one really knows
Arrive without traveling
See all without looking
Do all without doing
I can know all things on earth
With out looking out of my window
I can know the ways of heaven
The farther one travels
The less one knows
The less one really knows
Without going out of your door
You can know all things on earth
With out looking out of your window
You can know the ways of heaven
The farther one travels
The less one knows
The less one really knows
Arrive without traveling
See all without looking
Do all without doing
Tuesday, 19 June 2012
Sunday, 17 June 2012
The epilectic fool
I'm nothing but an epileptic fool
drowning in blood and drool
Hear the countdown to your departure
it's a flight, they're calling you're name
no wonder you got no rapture
just let someone else get the blame
Thirty seconds and you're on the ground
when the fall kills the bruises
and you head down to the dead-end trail
of your life, such a mysterious fail.
I'm nothing but an epileptic fool
drowning in blood and drool
There will still be light
wherever you go, wherever you are,
it will burn you alive
and dissolve your body to tears.
Because that intermittent shine
will always trigger your mind
you will always be drained
and I will never be kind.
I'm nothing but an epileptic fool
drowning in blood and drool
drowning in blood and drool
Hear the countdown to your departure
it's a flight, they're calling you're name
no wonder you got no rapture
just let someone else get the blame
Thirty seconds and you're on the ground
when the fall kills the bruises
and you head down to the dead-end trail
of your life, such a mysterious fail.
I'm nothing but an epileptic fool
drowning in blood and drool
There will still be light
wherever you go, wherever you are,
it will burn you alive
and dissolve your body to tears.
Because that intermittent shine
will always trigger your mind
you will always be drained
and I will never be kind.
I'm nothing but an epileptic fool
drowning in blood and drool
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