THE TRAVELLING MISTAKE

Born equal then departed from that
Hiding behind barricades
The illusion that they will protect you
Just one word
just a glance
and they’re knocked down

The tree was always there
I believe the leaves are falling down
The throne was always there
Yet the king has no crown

You see
when we have ulterior motives
we execute them in silence
then we ask to be forgiven
We ask to be forgiven

You see
just when we think we have the map
all road leads to the slums of despair
In the middle there is a lair
where the prince is left to his own devices

Too much kindness can render you defenceless
Too much love can tear you down

Love is such a great weapon
It can bring you down
Left to your own devices
while still wandering around

CONSTANTINOPLE OR BUST

I could never find solace in the falling of her tears
I could never find a reason the place her on the side
I could never translate her feelings as falling off the table
A feast for the ants and all the rest

O adventures lay ahead of us
But she took another bus
Tried to catch up
But she faded away in the distance
Now I pluck flowers and place them on the wayside

THE FOREVER UNBORN

Shifted notes in your symphony
There is a better way
I want it more than I do
Affection is dead
its notion faded away

Fall waits desperately for summer to end
Spring waits desperately for winter to end
What about everything in between?
Will it remain sticky or will it blend?

Oh how I pine for the ocean
or a fortress standing there solitary in a clearing
Where courtyards no longer dissolve before my eyes

Away with fog clouding my vision prohibiting for me to see
That which has always been clear
I was always there and you were never here

THE PURGING KISS

Timber!!
The tree falls
These days the plundering of the landscapes doesn’t get to me as it used to
Desensitized?
Yes we all have

We are purged
Pureed from compassion
Kissing the dagger
singing the songs already heard numerous times before

For what is it worth to see the stars when you don’t feel the stars?
For what is it worth living if you can’t live?

The dry bones
Rackety sounds
Prone are the meek
Droned are the meek
Pure are the weary
Compassion hidden so well deep in the machine
Slippery, slippery
Its wheels spinning round and round
Is this all?
So there’s nothing more than this?
I rather give the devil a kiss

CONSTANTINOPLE OR BUST

I could never find solace in the falling of her tears
I could never find a reason the place her on the side
I could never translate her feelings as falling off the table
A feast for the ants and all the rest

O adventures lay ahead of us
But she took another bus
Tried to catch up
But she faded away in the distance
Now I pluck flowers and place them on the wayside

TONGUE OVER THE MIRROR

I live there in the corner
My favourite place to be
Add confusion
An addled description always works for me

I not clean
I’m not spick and span
Song says: Detach yourself from any clan
What works for you surely doesn’t have to work for me
Well let me just sit here
I’m just trying to be

Open place bonfire
Zealots derailed
A shallow grave is where we bury our regret
The hunger and pain cannot be erased
When it’s lost it’s damn hard to find it back

Nothing grows from the mud of deceit
Let’s watch it all turn muddy
blackened dirty sleet

Open place bonfire
The pain cannot be erased
When you loose it hard to find it back
No matter how hard you trace

LET THE PINNACLE OF LOVE COME SHINING THROUGH

This hurricane can take you anywhere you want to go
Love should be the pinnacle
Yes you know

On the edge of the beach
Where the water hits the dry sand
We write our names
This is where we put the darkness of the world to shame

We take the substance to change our perception
When love’s the counter effect
We want more of it

We’re in the wake of love
We’re in the wake of love
In the wake of love

Not much effort the reach the sky
Let the pinnacle of love come shining through
Peal off my skin till you see what makes me tick inside
Let the pinnacle of love come shining through

THE LADY SPINNING IN MY HEAD

There’s a view on a bleak horizon
There’s a spot on the ceiling
my eyes can’t turn away
I want to crawl backwards
until I’ll turn into an embryo
I want to crawl
until the note remains the same

I feel like number 0964
A detention I never wanted
Inner turmoil inner communion
I prayed to a God who’s never there
Nor ever before

Shadows and flames
a long way through an empty heart
Through the corridor with lament splashed on each side
Paintings of harvests gone wrong
Silence comes and goes
I’m still inside my head
I’m gone