They dont walk they ride
The air lifts them sensually
The sun licks them and lights smile
The leg bends now watch the release
They don't walk they ride
Limbs dragons breathing fire out of the trouser leg
Lifting them off the ground wow
Check out the wings and talons oh I'm smitten
They never actually land
It's like a good pound of pure fantasy has been snorted
the things just keep flying
almost bouncing but I got a case of that fierce enchantment
Pain taints reality
compounding searing nailing
it's exhausting and heavy
it's vibrating through the nerve
The sharpness of the agony
pinpointed into one spot
pulsating ugly reverberating and throbbing
Relief is just a fantasy
A dream my mind sells me as I wrythe
And it continues like a raw flame inside the gum of my mouth
I scream and there's no relief
Just the next wave of torment
The feeling that my brain chews the rhythm of the song
The one I used to choose the one that made me long
It still plays in my mind as if yesterday was now
The song covers me like my head in a cloud
The words massage an emotion
Forming gum you chew, teeth in motion
The song gets stuck on your mind so it replays
You remember the chorus but the rest is on delay
Mind chewing over those beats and melodies
You tap out the cadence to feel it agree
Then remember that moment with your car stereo
headphones, disco, old LP playing eerily slow
A sensação de que meu cérebro mastiga o ritmo da canção
Aquela que eu costumava escolher, a que despertava algo
Ainda toca na minha mente como se ontem fosse agora
A canção me envolve como uma cabeça na névoa afora
As palavras massageiam uma emoção
Formando goma que se mastiga, dentes em ação
A música gruda na mente e então se repete
Você lembra o refrão, o resto se esquece
A mente mastiga batidas e melodias
Você marca o compasso, buscando harmonias
Então lembra daquele momento no som do carro
Fones, discoteca, um LP antigo, lento e bizarro
I waited up at the hotel that night
Actually I tried to get some shut eye
But they wouldn't shut
So I watched the hours pass
at one am I thought about cars
passing one another on a busy highway
At two I looked at the ceiling
symmetrical concrete beams
At three am I was all of a sudden aware
That I sought to distract myself from the lonliness
At four you arrived and i still hadn't slept
You were full of the energy of a busy nightclub
Your aura and your voice electrifying
I felt like a tired frustrated moribund
we barely slept the sun was already entering
hotel visitors could see into our room
The symmetrical concrete beams
And busy highways
clouding my mind
each time I attempted to close my eyes
She stopped me three meters from the train.
Saved my life as almost I ran straight.
By God I am alive and will go on living.
My story continues i go on giving.
Those hundreds of thousands of tonnes.
Would have ran through me, i'd be done.
Every meter shouting abrasive truths
Where's your will to continue?
I screamed back at the grinding railway tracks
It's here, i am grateful, I want to show eternal thanks
It shouted loudly- don't you want to have your life?
Don't you want to live despite your petty gripes?
I said yes i do, yes I will, the longer I live the more I will appreciate!
And the woman on the crossing warned me of the oncoming train.
She saved my life, I'm still here, the rescue not invain.
Demons still on the periphery, God in the middle.
Wanting is weakness
Desire keeps you in chains
Destruction and creation transform you
Wanting is feeble
Desire is loss
Destruction and creation rebirth you
Hunger is the state
creativity is the state
Dance inside this reality and feel alive
Walk in with that blade expecting me to be tame
Sharp edge taunting me -repeating my name
I was the man or atleast told to pretend to be him
Inside I was afraid like a child in a cage
All I felt was my father's rage
My mother's avoidance
I guess you are here to end my life
With that narrow sharp sinister knife
I'll bleed out, but my eyes will follow you, my new host
You will carry around more than just my ghost
Wherever I wander You will feel unease
I'll reclaim these minutes of pain
Like a life long disease
So spare me not
I love your certainty
I live so that I may not rob you of the desire to kill me
Which has become your secret shameful vice
That envious little rage fest burns slow and nice
