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You always come back
as a ghost in my head.
In shivering dreams
In silver moonbeams
Our grief is the same
It's safely sealed in shame
Sleep now child,
the time has come,
the noise is gone
the flames have died out.
It’s quiet now.
Sleep now child,
your mother sings.
Hear the rain
outside the window.
it’s quiet now.
the pain will hold
you softly child,
the time has come,
everything will be all right.
See the sky beyond your closed eyes.
Close your eyes.
Close your eyes.
«Where is the light?»
All I can see is the sun around me …
a whirl of sparks, a stream of dark
wings
the dying birds are whispering
about the stars, about the scarred
skin.
Silence is all – around
You – are all – around
All I have never lost
All I have never found
Ashes swirl across the fields,
around the steel, through empty
homes.
Silence is all
Without words the spirits speak,
their mouths are filled with unsaid things,
remains remain undead
Blood-red - sun rise - dark-bright
Ruins - soot marks. Silence
will haunt - those to come
whatever we were we knew
we thought was wrong.
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A Manic Vision of Nature
15:57
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You always come back
as a ghost in my head.
When ghosts become nomads,
we sing our song to lead the dead.
Take our hands and take our heads,
Take our voices and make us mad.
We bury our hell in the days to come,
This way our death will be less alone.
We bury our hell in the days to come,
This way our death will be less alone.
One day we’ll find the phantoms hymn,
silence will end, when everyone sings:
We (ghost become nomads) walk on echoes
We (we sing our songs) walk on echoes
We (we lead the dead) walk on echoes
We (our time will come) walk on echoes
Ahead
Naked to the bone. Le sang a sonné. Es sang die Sonne. And then the sun was gone. And the sparkling sky was filled with fireflies. Crystal eyes. Hear the light breaking inside bodies – love bodies love bodies love bodies love bodies love bodies but there are secrets lurking in crypts. Incorporated. Howling in nightmares. Time is guilt that returns eternally. And holy is only ecstasy in ecstasy.
Wake up child,
the times has come
the cuckoos and the owls
are gone,
sleep safely in the woods.
Wake up child,
The night is gone,
Can’t you hear
larks sing their songs,
the sapphire day has dawned.
All around
The night is gone,
Can’t you see
the whizzing fawns
break up straw and grass.
All around
the times has come,
the scent of poppies
dyes the corn,
dissolves all our thoughts.
Wake up child,
the time has come,
the emerald world
whirls through the atoms,
eradicates our errors.
It’s midsummer forever.
It’s midsummer forever.
In twisted times
beauty is eerie to hear,
the weak appear ugly
and kindness is feared.
In twisted times
devils become saints,
saints disappear
and indulgence is feared.
In twisted times
Idle hands are Gods tools,
sacred the fools,
when madness rules.
In twisted times
Music is all over the place,
but passion is disgrace.
So dance in the silence.
We kiss the violence,
sober, sober.
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Night snow falls
in front of the shopping mall.
Old and young are high and drunk.
Joyful faces howl between
billboards, cans, stubs and concrete walls,
we dance and stagger and stutter dazed,
We take pictures under the fairy lights,
we smile and know, it’s easy to kill time
with coppers in the pockets and a thirst for neon light
There’s a slot machine at
the gas station, and the
radio there is always on, plays country songs
There’s a telly on the counter, news is on:
There are riots in the streets
and astronauts fly to mars.
I guess that’s reality now.
Satellites rewrite the zodiac signs.
«As above, so below», isn’t that so?
Seasons, decades come and go,
fast-food-chains outlive us all.
There’s something wrong, but what it is, is hard to say.
Headed home you see
cold cat paws hiding, crouched dogs and
a flock of crows flies with the glue sniffing kids towards heaven.
I guess that’s reality know.
Advice literature read by millions.
Just tell me I’m special!
Maybe time is out of joint.
Time is out of joint.
Time is out of joint.
Deny, deny, deny
then step aside when the
spirits come to haunt the living.
Close your eyes
And tell me:
Is it soothing to live in someone else's dream?
You always come back
As a ghost in my head
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