It's as if there were plains down in hell
It's as if Heaven had things to sell
I've been trying to forget who you are
I've been struggling not to look at your star
They said
that if you could not hear my song
you won't stand tall against it for so long
But throughout all this time
my heart
has been telling you ok
has been saying all right
has been asking you to fight
has been begging you to stay
so how come...
how on earth can my yes stand in our way???
luni, 2 ianuarie 2012
duminică, 1 ianuarie 2012
New Year's Eve
scatter last year into glances
as a world war radio awaken in the future would
make the loud sound of this world ending burst
take my hand and
as you feel the Grand Canyon and all seas
being swept away
just close your eyes and listen
as a world war radio awaken in the future would
make the loud sound of this world ending burst
take my hand and
as you feel the Grand Canyon and all seas
being swept away
just close your eyes and listen
Truth be told
I mean... no, listen... you know that
in our society
youth out rates old
tall out rates short
beautiful out rates smart
so...
mine???
by mistake maybe
borrowed
for a while
or due to lack of anything else to do
This is a man of his own church
his own faith and belief
To be dared with a stick
be indicated where to hop on the
stretched strings and
when to wave a paw to the crowd
jump through burning circles and
stand on two legs
without a single roar...
this man is the beast of his circus
the, I tell you, the!
The One!
beautiful and blind
an ought to
no harm to the world
just sorrow
but what about the ancient call inside of you?
in our society
youth out rates old
tall out rates short
beautiful out rates smart
so...
mine???
by mistake maybe
borrowed
for a while
or due to lack of anything else to do
This is a man of his own church
his own faith and belief
To be dared with a stick
be indicated where to hop on the
stretched strings and
when to wave a paw to the crowd
jump through burning circles and
stand on two legs
without a single roar...
this man is the beast of his circus
the, I tell you, the!
The One!
beautiful and blind
an ought to
no harm to the world
just sorrow
but what about the ancient call inside of you?
duminică, 20 noiembrie 2011
Old saying
There’s no such thing as life and death (matters)
there’s just love and death
now you make sure you open those big donkey ears of yours
and hear this and remember it
‘cause this old black woman here knows what she’s talkin’ about
…oh! And it will shine when it will shine
just as hawks fly when they fly and
ladybirds fall off pot carnations when they fall and..
well as God grants you with a serious
blow in the back of your big head when He needs to
It will shine when it will shine, don't worry
And it sure shall all shine when it will shine
there’s just love and death
now you make sure you open those big donkey ears of yours
and hear this and remember it
‘cause this old black woman here knows what she’s talkin’ about
…oh! And it will shine when it will shine
just as hawks fly when they fly and
ladybirds fall off pot carnations when they fall and..
well as God grants you with a serious
blow in the back of your big head when He needs to
It will shine when it will shine, don't worry
And it sure shall all shine when it will shine
sâmbătă, 15 octombrie 2011
Mío
Al viejo mío
le da miedo hablar con su perro
le asusta acarciarlo
le espanta dejarlo acompañarle
durante sus paseos quebradizos y
le aterroriza más que la muerte
llamarlo de alguna forma
Anda sin nombre
el perro de mi viejo ciego y
es timonel y horror para su dueño que
odia cada paso al cual
su ángel cuadrúpedo le sirve al no derrumbarse
Espera ansioso
interminables noches ávidas sin sueño
que su animal se muera de una vez y
en un momento
si le parece que se le escapa la vida por entre los dientes y
que se le empiezan a pudrir los ojos a la bestia
un sobresalto feliz lo anega
se siente libre de nuevo despues de tantos años
le parece que todas sus enfermedades se le alejaron en un instante y
pinta en el aire, sonriendo, un brindis triunfal
pero
el movimiento demasiado amplio
desprende su silla
un parpadeo entre el deslizo y la catástrofe
el cráneo volando
las piezas amarillas, grasientas de su espina
por todas las partes, un mil kilómetros cuadrados...
Llama el viento, llamame a mí
llama lo que querías que yo sea por y para ti
solo si puedas...
le da miedo hablar con su perro
le asusta acarciarlo
le espanta dejarlo acompañarle
durante sus paseos quebradizos y
le aterroriza más que la muerte
llamarlo de alguna forma
Anda sin nombre
el perro de mi viejo ciego y
es timonel y horror para su dueño que
odia cada paso al cual
su ángel cuadrúpedo le sirve al no derrumbarse
Espera ansioso
interminables noches ávidas sin sueño
que su animal se muera de una vez y
en un momento
si le parece que se le escapa la vida por entre los dientes y
que se le empiezan a pudrir los ojos a la bestia
un sobresalto feliz lo anega
se siente libre de nuevo despues de tantos años
le parece que todas sus enfermedades se le alejaron en un instante y
pinta en el aire, sonriendo, un brindis triunfal
pero
el movimiento demasiado amplio
desprende su silla
un parpadeo entre el deslizo y la catástrofe
el cráneo volando
las piezas amarillas, grasientas de su espina
por todas las partes, un mil kilómetros cuadrados...
Llama el viento, llamame a mí
llama lo que querías que yo sea por y para ti
solo si puedas...
sâmbătă, 8 octombrie 2011
Sede cucu-n prund si scurma
Sede cucu-n prund si scurma
Scalmana si tat aduna
Si tat nu ii da de urma
Din Bozanta la Ineu
Imi cata norocu' mneu
S-adapa la noua zile
Sa cazneste pantru mine
M-ar tomni sa-mi hie bine
Da' ce-i dus, nu stie cucu'
Ii ptierdut aceala lucru
caru-n stele nu sa urca
Si nu ies averi din furca
Casale mari nu-s pa lunca
Domnii stau cu domni de voarba
N-or putea, n-or vrea in veci, zama c-un sarac s-o soarba
Cucule nu mai sali
Undiile nu-t' mai sferdi
Nu-t' mai sanjera otii
Nu-i afla ce n-am avut
Norocu mneu nu-i nascut
Cand a sa-noda o vrut
Talharii mni l-o' baut
Scalmana si tat aduna
Si tat nu ii da de urma
Din Bozanta la Ineu
Imi cata norocu' mneu
S-adapa la noua zile
Sa cazneste pantru mine
M-ar tomni sa-mi hie bine
Da' ce-i dus, nu stie cucu'
Ii ptierdut aceala lucru
caru-n stele nu sa urca
Si nu ies averi din furca
Casale mari nu-s pa lunca
Domnii stau cu domni de voarba
N-or putea, n-or vrea in veci, zama c-un sarac s-o soarba
Cucule nu mai sali
Undiile nu-t' mai sferdi
Nu-t' mai sanjera otii
Nu-i afla ce n-am avut
Norocu mneu nu-i nascut
Cand a sa-noda o vrut
Talharii mni l-o' baut
Jura stramb salca si minte
Jura stramb salca si minte
Nu mi-i dor bade de tine
Nu mi-i dor si nu mi-i ravna
Numa-s moarta si bolunda
Salca-t' spune ca mi-i dor
Ca n-am tata noaptea somn
Ce crezi vorba salcilor?
Ca io numa trag sa mor
Salca-t' spune ca mi-i jele
Ca ma sting di pa pticioare
Ca stau dusa in pritvor
Asta-i vorba salcilor
Primavara ca te plang
Vara ca din fan te strang
C-adun iarba cata mine
Lung cum te-as tine pa tine
Ca te plang pa vale toamna
Cu pticioru' c-o ieu iarna
Sa te cat sa mi te aflu
Pan paduri mari de jugastru
Nu mai crede bade tat
Ca nu-t' spune salca drept
Amu-s ani imi spunea mie
cat ti-s io de draga tie
ca-n foc pantru min' te-arunci
Vezi? Mintea s-amu' s-atunci
Nu mi-i dor bade de tine
Nu mi-i dor si nu mi-i ravna
Numa-s moarta si bolunda
Salca-t' spune ca mi-i dor
Ca n-am tata noaptea somn
Ce crezi vorba salcilor?
Ca io numa trag sa mor
Salca-t' spune ca mi-i jele
Ca ma sting di pa pticioare
Ca stau dusa in pritvor
Asta-i vorba salcilor
Primavara ca te plang
Vara ca din fan te strang
C-adun iarba cata mine
Lung cum te-as tine pa tine
Ca te plang pa vale toamna
Cu pticioru' c-o ieu iarna
Sa te cat sa mi te aflu
Pan paduri mari de jugastru
Nu mai crede bade tat
Ca nu-t' spune salca drept
Amu-s ani imi spunea mie
cat ti-s io de draga tie
ca-n foc pantru min' te-arunci
Vezi? Mintea s-amu' s-atunci
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