dinsdag, februari 09, 2010
musiek
Győr Bird
I sleep strange times
and awake a stranger
days that roll
like cigarettes
and candy coat
excuses
I wake in
the winderlands of
almost nightmares
in between the
sleeping
in between the
sleeping
Hold my hand
or don't let go
for fear of falling
fear of falling
always deeper
in the dreams.
Always deeper
in the dreams.
*****
FIRESIDE CHATS
Fire side chats
and women painted ruby
get what you want
frozen in a memory
Fire side chats
belials in trilbys
stylish and coy
painted in the seminary
chorus
Masters of detection.
Symphony's reflection
always selling cheap
perfume on corners
of deception. (REPEAT)
Fire side chats
no one ever listens
comfort in the words
you hear are never spoken.
Fire side chats
fading in the distance
you say that you want
a little more persistence.
Masters of detection.
Symphony's reflection
always selling cheap
perfume on corners
of deception. (REPEAT)
*****
WHERE THE DEAD FLOWERS BLOW
Sullen leaves
dance on city streets
in October.
the couple inside
always hide
and watch from out their window.
Where the dead flowers blow
the years tick by
so gently.
Where the dead flowers blow
the world sweeps out
so swiftly.
a simple lyric or device,
they trip by with
or without malice.
Underneath the subtlety
a doubtful river rages
they spin and spin.
Where the dead flowers blow
the years tick by
so gently.
Where the dead flowers blow
the world sweeps out
so swiftly.
they save their months
like dollar bills
underneath the box springs.
And time pops out
jack in the box reality
and time figures, time figures.
Where the dead flowers blow
the years tick by
so gently.
Where the dead flowers blow
the world sweeps out
so swiftly.
******
THE PREDICTABLE CHAIN OF EVENTS
Careful in your nightmares
And in your whispering
Lest someone overhears
What it is you really mean
Holidays and anniversaries
Nursing alcohol and memories
Humanity
Has has always found a way
To break another heart.
Careful in your nightmares
And in your whispering
Lest someone overhears
What it is you really mean
Tragedy and disasters
Complicate the changing
traffic lights and avenues
Humanity
Has always found a way
To break another heart.
Careful in your nightmares
And in your whispering
Lest someone overhears
What it is you really mean
Comedy and fulfillment
Dilusional degrees of
Achievement when
All along humanity
Will find another way
To break another heart.
dinsdag, februari 02, 2010
"Anyone breaking ranks with the Iranian people will be considered a n agent of foreigners," said Bigadier General Hossein Hamedani, Tehran's Revolutionary guard commanders. "Any voice or colour other than the voice of the Islamic revolution will be pushed aside, and if a minority makes such an attempt it will be firmly confronted."
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