PORTRAIT OF THE YOUNG MAN AS AN ARTIST

no hair but a
cricket on the sheets

~

the kids are
playing with eels

the kids are playing with eels
the kids are playing
they haven't eaten for days
and all what they are saying
is let us rest
let us rest
please, let us rest
let us rest

their eyes were
as the eyes of doves

i dreamt you came today
back home well, slightly late
i quit to count the days

your dress swirls 'round your skin
guess i should ask you in
guess i should ask you in

what if you want to stay
what if you leave again
what if you leave again

take us the foxes,
the little foxes, that spoil our sleep

these days we look absent
please, make room for them

and all your marks across my hands
we need more room for them

the moves you make, the futile plan
oh, let's make room for them

the things you say, the signs you send
let's make room for them

let's make room for them
oh, let's make room for them
let's make room for them
oh, let's make room for them

leaving / breathing

we first met at the gates
never guessed that the state
we were in

i said give me a break
but i already ached
for the skin

she said please touch me there
i did nothing but stare
and smell

how we loved our fate
didn't felt any weight
a small room

but one couldn't escape
all the fears an the aches
ever within

she said i have to leave
cause i can not believe
the state i am in

and all i ever wanted to be
is to be by the sea

but i couldn't get her to stay and believe
in all what we've could been

fallen friends

our weak and fractured brothers
we miss our fallen friends
and between the days
we are watching
watching out
for them

what have you done

you're coming home
what have you done
the chilly flutter in your chest and throat
getting stronger

you're coming home
what have you done
and everything you have known until now
exists no longer

this could mean losing all your money and all your friends
and your relatives
this could mean starving all your dreams and beliefs
and your confidence
this could mean never sleep again and all your days
will be unbearable
this could mean losing all your words and the meaning
of almost everything

you're coming home
what have you done
you're feeling trapped and restless in this room
with swans and guns

you're coming home
what have you done
no wonder that you stagger through the air
and getting thinner

say you believe me
what do you believe in
say you believe me
what do you believe in

into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
into the living sea of waking dreams,
where there is neither sense of life or joys,
but the vast shipwreck of my lifeís esteems;
even the dearest that i loved the best
are strange nay, rather, stranger than the rest
even the dearest that i loved the best
are strange nay, rather, stranger than the rest
[J. Clare]

firefighters

everything went fine till then
till the firefighters came
and they said that's quite ok

something very special lost
on this one turn of pitch-and-toss
but they said that's quite ok

and so we believe today
and so we pray
even though we know
this will never work again

the air seems full of halothane
and every breath burns in your veins
but they said that's quite ok

and so we believe today
and so we pray
even though we know
this will never work again

everything went fine
went fine
till then

billy

billy was the first to die
buried deep inside
what we believed, what we achieved
an accidental life

so put your golden slippers on
and dance all night
as slow as you can
with your allied friends
bored middleclass whites

and every fucking friday night
is never long enough
to get drunk
and to forget
the whole extent of crap

so put your golden slippers on
and dance your sleepless life
without any skin
but a gorgeous grin
so, billy good night

weary timid mutineer
from the fringes, from the rear
stuck in signal failure fear
caught in signal failure fear
could you pass by, please my dear
could you pass by, cancer year!

whispers / blisters

all these hired whisper
fumble and moan
only caused to blisters
as you well know
a person isn't save
these days anymore
nor in the darkest corner
nor at the shore

you failed to keep
the creeps
out of your sleep
out of these dreams
they have unseamed
they want to hear you
beg and scream
but
you're deaf and blind
you're deaf and blind
you're deaf and blind

stay away, stay away
from pretty flaged out piers
the shoreline is a ruthless child
whose voice is sweet to hear

strike the sails and ring the bell
your crew is fast asleep
the charts were just a nifty fake
your ship has sprung a leak

whiteout

we have trusted
we have trusted
in what we've known

now we're waiting
for the whiteout
to bleach our bones

all the hissing
we're still calling
for redemption
and for snow
to fill the low

come on whiteout
come on cover
our scars
and all the noes
deep down below

if you keep them alive
they'll kill you in the dawning

in spite of all your pleas
they won't spare anyone

you've got fooled and betrayed
and dumped without warning

all they focus on know
is to deny and to run