"Ode to Girl on Bench in Park"
Hello girl on a bench in the park
Hello, how are you, how do you do?
You're my new friend tonight, so let's small-talk
Of all the things that left a mark
You choose to tell me about you
I'm the blackboard and you're the chalk
And so, then we erase your past
As it really never was gonna last
And then we colour your frustrations blue
It's highly abstract, but somehow they're now less true
I study your pale, soft skin
And the flickering eyes - they're in a haze
Interest is itching and bickering
So we go for walk in this maze
I'm tired of goodbyes anyway
I'm tired of all these lies, any day
Fatigue is setting in, but hey - there's another bench
So we sit down, our tongues soon in clinch
And we continue the chat and we have a smoke
We empty our bottles, and now we are broke
And thus we become the savages roaming this town
We are the drunken silly people on the street
We are the outcasts, the magic, the clown's crown
We are the kind of people you'd like to meet
So don't give up and give a smile
Let's celebrate the dark romantic style for a while
Out of mind and out of the things that make us high
We'll steal the stars from the sky
We stole the stars, the stars from the sky
You can't destroy us - we have touched heaven
You can't trust us - we are uneven
We are the savages roaming this town
We are the drunken silly people - bow down, bow down
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"Dancing statues/Hidden clues"
A night at the party
The dancing statues
Smiling so smartly
At the hidden clues
Progress in excess
The caress faceless
So envy, stone-cold
The affection put on hold
The emotive sense of void
In the neon dystopia
Social phobia destroyed
In favour of claustrophobia
A life-time walking home
Empty bed for the drained heart
The numbing everlasting pain
Go to sleep all alone
Future delayed upon start
When can I have it all again?
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"Ode to 2009: The golden platitudes"
The golden platitudes
When we caved in to fear
The broken attitude
When we let winter get near
High spirits and lost hope
In tall buildings reaching for the sky
Desperate sensations waiting to throw
Themselves to bottomless lies
The world shrugged
And our promises forgot
Every circle ends
And our promises repeat
A testament to the mood
The cold silence reaches us
An echo in the room
Empty space between walls
Make a monument of the sky
Raise a mirror to the sun
A heart totally eclipsed
Minute upon hour elapsed
Let the tide turn back again
Rendezvous of past tenses
Let the time pass without strain
Let go of present senses
The world shrugged
And our promises forgot
Every circle ends
And our promises repeat
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"John Coltrane style of mood (or: the empty words of stillness)"
late night wondering, wandering around in my mind,
rambling thoughts, unfamiliar to peace of any kind.
visions from the dark, the stars; a jazz impression,
john coltrane style of mood, the neon signs sigh;
lash out a silent scream at the moon.
birds chirp, leaves chime along to the silent sky.
the street is infinite and wide and lonely.
metal mailboxes rattle and I hum and I cry.
the bliss of an easy rhyme, the empty words of stillness.
sleep / sleep / sleep, an early morning defeat:
the dream is over, let it wither and die.
the dream is over, walk for miles and miles.
stare back at tomorrow, close the eyes, shut the lid, close the lies.
all is all, and all is more. the present happened just before.
the gift of youth: recklessness.
all in all is all, and all is left.
tear down illusions, like coarse stroke to a soft fabric.
create new meaning of old; matter of anti-matter.
improvise structure. discard sense, meaning, certainty.
embellish interpretation. promote mutual benefits. define duality.
amplify the inner thoughts, the notions and the commotions.
amplify the words of poetry, of lyrics, of simple talk.
set emotion in motion. do everything that is humanly possible:
imitate art, imitate death, oppose death. destroy art.
hi-fi lowlife / rising sun / setting fun.
vox pop: future sound; past presence: vox pop.
drink to mouth / sound to ear / pen to paper / kiss to kiss.
doesn't make much sense anymore. - does it have to?
doesn't satisfy me. - what does?
doesn't progress. - but I do.
don't love. - but you do.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.
dial / turn / press.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.
ejec / eject / reject; throw away.
1, 2, 3, 4, play / stop / play.
chant / rant / chant; era of errors.
good morning. skyscraper blues. good morning.
29 Jan 2010, 8:50 pm
