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ENGLISH LYRICS
The Pruitt-Igoe PetrichorPerchance the bliss did yon abound With matin o'er the roses bleed And marigold wane safe and sound With moonlit spots into the weed Whereon with garment of our woe We were betroth'd with joyance ere Thence diapasm of nether snow Cered corse of us decumbent near As cold cerastes stitch'd our lips And Phoebe devour'd the sailor in Old circus yet the mad child nips Hallowed by Mother Lorenin Thence just two phantoms lorn and shend Fare on the void pale-lighted dim Moonwalking as the arbusts send The mammoth shadows from their limbs (And crater ribs gargantuan like the melancholy of non-departure, the music of abandoned station, thy raven dusk, thy widowed grief, primordial revel of the rain where all the viper sylphids masturbate and mar the myrrh, alloy our wine with blood tears and out the candelabra, where Satan King shares elf-struck zested cates and Satyr Prince plays chess for sake of sailor...) Now let me lay among the thousand feet A thousand wheels with lilac petals thrown The Magus had prescribed the scent defeat To heal a soul with Bahnhof and hydron Septentrion would summon it's dead bears And night would glow with that consenting light I'll grab you like the wallet, Selene mare, With unrelenting darkness to bedight And we should fare to Pruitt-Igoe Where stench and scream are graven in its buhr A white dove drowned in sewage hours ago As heaven vomits with its greasy fur Unconsciousness is better than the fair The lepra on thy face tastes like the grape And I shall screw you bended on a dare In elevator of unending rape Deformity is where we all came from We're nursed by malice legoed to destroy The sepia of our smothered form The symbol of the lie we've been decoyed (And when the circus is empty again and the plasticine moon defecates me with its lunar-band yet unchowed, I shall put on my jumper and murmur the sea-song...) No premonition in this silver rain Just molten dreams fulfill reverb'rant scape I hear my trow's nepenthean quatrain As far above the livid sun should gape Soothed by the slumber in the petrichor I hear the matin o'er the marigold Still mesmerized with gleam of watery chords It tastes like childhood backed into a fold Where all of dirt becomes the copper gold... Wo letzte Lieder sterbenDie Vorboten der Eisliebe kommen Der weiße Streifen ist auf der Stirn meines toten Jungen Ich möchte seine Kristallaugen an den prophetischen Weg zu Sternen ansehen Und die Blumen allerorts unklare Geheimnisse des Liebhabers verbergen Die Symbole der Verbrechen und der Unglücke haben als seltsames Alphabet auf deine Gesicht gelegen Ich schleppe dich durch das ausgetrocknete Gras und lege dich an monderhellte Erde auf Ich sollte dich ausgraben und deine Fleisch zu spremgen, damit wir uns nochmals wie Fremden begegnen Unter nackten niedrigen Baümen wo du liegst, vereinbarten wir uns bis zur Nacht zu warten Ich bilde die Statue meines Traums lange Zeit. Als ich beendete, erfasste von Grauen erfüllt, dass die dargestellte göttliche Gestalt mir ganz gleich ist. Danach wechselte die Gleichgültigkeit mit Reiz und Abneigung. Unsere Lüge schaltet Mechanismen des Händedrucks ein, und Wahrheit schläft unter dem Voile der unerfüllbaren Schlafen. Weil Träume sind auch Tod. Ich liebte immer den Schüttelfrost vor Fieber, wissend, dass dahinten eine Krankheit nachfolgen wird. Liebe ist Gefahr und Erwartung der Katastrophe. Liebe ist die bitterste Demütigung. Ich erinner mich an dem Schnee auf das Sprachrohr des Grammophons, Skelett des Vogels im verrosteten Bauer, den unwiederbringlich abgereisten Zug, und für immer leer gewordenen Bahnhof. Die unbewohnte Stadt ist voll von toten Insekten. Im Ruß der verbrennenen Wände bewährt sich das Gedächtnis der Generationen. Gedächtnis ist ein über heißen Sand und naßen Steinen ziehenden weisen Schatten des schwarzen Storchs. Abschiedsschrei des alten Albatrosses. Ins Blut verdünntes Lied. Organ des Erdbebens aus Phalangen und Knochen. Vernachlässigtes Schachbrett von Götter mit Schmerlen bewachsen. Zirkon Thron Vergewaltigung der Vernunft Gedächtnis ist Tod. Wir treffen uns auf dem Hügel des Dämons. Im Krater neben Mount Marylin. Wir gehen Mare Frigoris und schwarze Lacus Somniorum. Das tiefste Platz des Sees befindet sich an der Kreuzung seiner Länge und Breite. Die Kälte vor Fieber ist die Vorahnung des künftigen Vergessen, wo letzte Lieder sterben, wo die Musik der Nichtigkeit gebärt sich. Parastellar PsychonovaPathetic harrowing night Flows in the windowpane like terror Heartrending yellow light Melting in the rearview mirror Of taxi, oh, the yellow cab Taking me home back to the web From the old-old house Of the buddy of mine From the applause and browse Back to the solitary's wine Back to the body of mine Is it you? We met in poet's mortal fall Messed up with dirty rock'n'roll Is it true? Or do we just hallucinate? And holograms illuminate The fret of our deviated love And when I find you in my love There's a pain of million years You deny You do never take them home You yourself compelled to roam Asking why But there ain't no other shore The only nowhere you adore Can you find me in your whore? Gossip so nefarious Emanates into our dreams I hear its croon above The hazy morning river I'm standing mesmerized By love's apalling terror Blessed by the Dante Sun Of thousand suicides I see the wretched ghouls All ravished from this life And cursed by matter As your wet body serpentine Rise and fall over my body (Comme une embellie du s;raphin) To the bone of my vision The mellow wine of my lust In this allophylian conclave Of sacred lecheries, divine voluptuary Dream of the wan of those silhouettes And voices, blithe and debonnaire Of life undone Reminisce life - the one I never had! And when I find you in my love There's a pain of zillion aeons Is it you? We met in poet's mortal fall Messed up with dirty rock'n'roll Is it true? Or do we just hallucinate? And holograms illuminate The fret of our deviated love You deny You do never take them home You yourself compelled to roam I won't die When I see you back again Until you find another man I'll be your broken man. We are the halfbreeds of tendresse We are the slaves of our woe And in the eve of the madness I know we've been there before In the fiesta of gonner Then in the funeral feast Forever young but so worn out The bosom viper grows beast Like Albion in pale Nebula Incomprehensible fabula The transcendence of Jehovah Parastellar Psychonova Divine is heartbleed of power The gale of rain and of tears It's like the meteor shower Of Delta Aquariids And from a nightingale weeping I shall continue my past Like Lotus full of blood dripping In my decay would it last Like Albion in pale Nebula Anachronistical tabula The transgression of Jehovah Parastellar Psychonova And when I find you in my love There's a pain of zillion aeons... SanghataLike shadows that dance with no dancer My zeal and my wounds stay unanswered Dreaming santon is scattered with sand In the desert, the desolate friend This fallow is burnt summer morning The sweat and the ruin and the moaning But self-pleasure in far-gone exhaust So prostrated for all of the cost (This sex was like the agony of gods and the eve of my night where on the tarmac I had drank and sung with young malakias in Old Jerusalem, where I did hail the thieves of night with tambours - they come and go, just come and go from past to nowhere as like the Yellow Arrow train that never stops and never reach the station) Behind my shut eyes it is raining It's always pursuing and maiming And I'm leaving the smile on your chest As it bleeds and it floods the bloodfest El mendigo del crudo amor Just the moonrover taping the shore Elseworld fragrance in dead morning haze Touch of Grenouille's insentient gaze |
My DevastatingMalnourished as the trait with our fervor half past dead We come out from chrysalis into the vernal day. Instincts so unthought and our light heads blown away With the ephemeral grace. Hungry for the love and warm we came to everlasting flow Like cattle to a glow. Like cattle to a glow… And usually so straight and calm coming over as you were, You were diurnal that I tried to perpetuate. Flimsy in a bate and mithridatic to the fate, You learned to fly, I followed you and slithered. Once, once we have been waves The fire of forsaken caves And we have listened to the rain. Once we were tide In the Nordic black and white In the autumn of abide Never changing… Now the vibe is disturbing as the songs are all sung And the tune is distorted like pale winter sun. There in my mortal silence echoes thunder of past, Just the voices of strangers, words of fear and of lust. How can I tell you what I know? I think it’s time to find the way back and to bring us home. To disappear like a glow in the Alchemist’s cave forlorn. To breathe the poetry into the heart of a solipsist As God once blew that life onto the clay, so self-sufficient. The parallel unheeded world, Unheartsome world. Like Wormwood Star that conquered waters then… And once again so straight and calm coming over as you are, Become the tiger-moth of greed to your defame, Worship the limit of the depth, The limit of all warmth endowed with fears. As I sip my golden dandelion wine To bittersweet with tears. Once, once we have been waves And we have listened to the rains. In the Nordic black and white Once we were tide. And I let loose my memories of heaven and hell I’m standing here little boy with a sea-shell Put to my ear, when no one is near. Listening to choirs of sea in the rain Fooling myself it would be back again Crying my love out, blackout of belief My devastating eternal motif. My devastating… It is the end of everything! So return to your chrysalis, state of unborn. Promise kept is much worse than a fake promise sworn. Premonitory dreams are better not to come true Let your child-soul stay home now, just don’t get it through… Don’t get it through… Don’t get it through… Just don’t get it through. Nobody CaresLeave your cold little star Oh, hostile you are Dragging benath utter funeral light Of the yellow green blue Epicedian lanterns... The pedestrian of woe Grazing your little toe In the mold of the autumn Showers of Heavy rain traffic... Rather copout you fake Starve-plate hope that you make Will you ever get used to leave all these dead things behind? And now it ain't your time The forgotten old crime We got under the waves, we did not save ourselves Now we're buried somewhere deep in mind. And nobody cares... Killing each other again and again The days look the same in the space of our pain Zero of distance the ground zero height Cold wine and jitters and tears in gas-light And nobody cares... Love doesn't exist It's a wall hittin' fist People just ain't no good Making food neighbourhood Sick and tired of ourselves Like needless books on the shelves With a bad grace we frig And nobody cares... There the stray banders bark In the vespertine Loona Park Where the kite of our childhood has landed and died And the wet neon night got our hearts tranqillized And nobody cares... Loose your blind little star Oh, hostile we are The pedestrians of woe in the mold Of the heavy rain traffic... QuadragenarianThe eyen of my childish gosling wane, The ganzl-gist of my felictious tide. Its vales and winds unwept enquir'd with bane, Daguerreotype of sepia eventide. Bygone the rivulet of chrysoprase, The eyen of my tender age ablaze, My dream, my bloom like burgeon yet unpreen'd Like charnel willow sear'd ant careen'd. Indweller of the capony of bale Shent I survey my meadows of tarnation. Lidless the eyen of the fainted gale Ensoul the loss as hallowed naught-damnation. Deserted is my own good hall, its hearth is desolate The hoarse dull drum would sleep, and Man be happy yet! * The billows moll, the pale steed of mine, Sepulchral wreaths along the riverine As moonlit hair waving in the breeze, The eyewink of our farewell first to seize. The bark of skin - quadragenarian coil, The pinewood-tarred cheeks of the idol soil'd, The unborn foetus of my fate beheld, The void drinkng-horn - around me weld Array of scatter'd stones, the vain, the Eld... ___________________________________
* From G. Byron Yroeth s'niwraDssenkrad fo relur eht ot luos ruoy ecifircas em tel sonemet gninrom eht ni uoy htiw eid ot gnideelb lwarc i sa aigrenys ym redrum dna xes ruoy sisenegohtap tcurtsed fles gnideerb ecnetsixe ezimodos sitongi siid esrevinu nrob-daed fo epar eht edicius ym epahs ruoy PlanktonYour shape my suicide The loss of heart and mind And torrents full of cold Take me away... The rape of dead-born universe The spawning season of the curse But for the verse... In the tunnel Of light that's never closing in Metamorphosis From larva to the dolphin sinned From dolphin to the dying whale The foam of memories to exhale In the tunnel Of light afore that never comes Diis ignotis sodomize existence Breeding self-destruct Pathogenesis Your sex and murder my Synergia As I crawl bleeding To die with you in the morning Temenos Let me sacrifice your soul to the ruler of darkness The silt of rain and the old city The city of the old, of my pity Flowing down the blackened streets Like vomit from a drunkard's mouth to his feet And the eyes exposed by the smoke and acid See the living filth and the sewage tacit Every soul is a plankton cut On the edge of life Je ressent de la puissance de la haine Comme un grondement de l'âme sans tanière Nun ist auf einmal Sinn auf der Welt And I drink my wine of wickedness My wine of wretchedness To see the world the way I want to see The way this world can never ever be And I harass my dreams I masturbate my pain To feel it all to bear it to the end Beneath the dead wet blue Of tossed up skeleton trees Outside the glass of my disease Is this the autumn of spring In the tunnel Of light that's never closing in? In the tunnel Of light afore that never comes And torrents full of cold Take me away... To The Deep Dark FarCome take the knife, come take the flame The former shame becomes the blame Come squeeze your heart till it can't feel And give away to overkill In name of Darkness, name of Naught Release the feel and bloody thought Come follow me to kill the world The horror vast, the fear untold Come follow me All love be crashed beneath your feet As like a turmoil insect in defeat Come injure all the beauty For a great repay Kill the light and kill the hope Kill everything away In blood we'd feast in agony And put the strongest on its knees To cut their throats, their blood croak pulverized Until the world is closing its dead filthy eyes In name of Darkness, name of Hate Befoul the gods and crash the heaven gate Come take the clay, come take the muck Paint world with blood and then repaint with Black Destroy and kill, destroy and kill again Until there is no universe to maim Erase and spit in everlasting rape, Until there is no sound, no color and no shape Till there's no sun, no planets and no stars Great Emptiness, eternal, deep, dark, far... 28.04.2018 |
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