Dead Can Dance , The Carnival Is Over (Official Video)

Outside
The storm clouds gathering,
Moved silently along the dusty boulevard.
Where flowers turning crane their fragile necks
So they can in turn
Reach up and kiss the sky.

They are driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye
Someone is calling.

I remember when you held my hand
In the park we would play when the circus came to town.
Look! Over here.

Outside
The circus gathering
Moved silently along the rainswept boulevard.
The procession moved on the shouting is over
The fabulous freaks are leaving town.

They are driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye.
The carnival is over

We sat and watched
As the moon rose again
For the very first time.

Paul Robeson, Swing Low, Sweet Chariot

last days with the bees

bees in my head
is better than honey.
they buzz, but they go.

it is not days
sucking me in,
just people like me
and like you

some of you
flow in with light
and a smile,
but all want some
thing or other

you flood me with
papers and wishes.
God they say had
sent the big deluge:
maybe because of
too many prayers.

i go home,
bees buzzing and
dogs growling,
cats hissing,
here i am listening
for a wind to clear
this mess of sounds.

i will sail away,
i shall go now
when the big silence
stretches arms around
my soul to take
me home to sleep

Monty Python, Undertaker's Film

Peter Murphy , Sails Wave Goodbye

Luka Bloom, I'm on Your Side

Out on the street you don't feel safe
In a crowded plaza you're alone
In this life you love and you hate sometimes
A prisoner of glass and stone
You reach for smells and sounds
That hold you and earth you down
Your heart's too fast and breaking inside
Your head spins you vicious little lies
Yeah, but I'm on your side
Yeah, I'm on your side
Black dogs and blues move on
You'll head away for oceans once more
Where nothing is lost or is won
We lighten our load for the shore
The hope I sing rings true
Because in this world there is you
Like the ebb and the flow of the tide
You'll take the blues in your stride
Yeah, and I'm on your side
Yeah, I'm on your side
I see a warrior who's walking in light
I see poetry and songs sung true
I see courage in the darkest of your nights
I see armour of love draped around you
I saw you almost not go
I saw you breathe deeply and know
Black dogs whisper lies
You, you are ancient and wise
Yeah, and I'm on your side
Yeah, I'm on your side

a short abdication from roles

beauty is for sale.
passion is out.
shopping is in.

we are for sale.
friends, patients, doctors
turn into monsters
following greed,
greed politely overseen,
and it turns all green
into sour soup, grey and foul.

courage is out
because we will die anyway,
poor powerless egos
insulted by death and slavery.
My deepest condolences,
you are already dead.

hope is out.
occupation is in.
news make no sense.

souls are stuck to
living room walls.
love is a four letter word
hidden under a mattress,
taken out for pornographic
sessions on Valentine's
or Xmas.

and you clap so stupidly
when somebody sings,
sings from deepest heart:
freedom is nothing left to lose.
are you free?
am i?

i am old.
i didn't expect gratefulness.
but i didn't expect hate.
my impudence to work
less, to slowly leave work,
my function, my role.
how can i dare?
but i do.
i always did as i saw right.
and will.

art has done tricks
so all can be called art
when it sells well
or because of when it doesn't.
art looks like a severe handicap.
humility is weakness.

yes. somehow, somehow
we all turn into ghosts.
i won't let this happen
inside. what others do
with me i do not care,
this is outside.
we turn into ghosts
sold and bought and eaten
by ghosts. greedy ghosts.

greed is so so old, so very
old, and our world hides
it in adverts, on screen, online,
using greed the managers who
manage all bring ugliness
and holes we didn't know before.
desire corrupted into the need
to fill these holes, to buy, to
travel to places where we never
knew we wanted to go.

desire is not bad,
without it we are numb,
we have no wings.
but when desire is on the
market to be replaced:
where is a meaning, a sense?

so, when we think, what do we do?
when we speak and know this
down to the roots,
what can words do
when we do not 'do'?

after all, i am,
now, later i will
not be here to tell.
all this around is a war,
and it has always been there.
we fight when we need to
and we find strength only inside,
find it in love and with friends.

stay calm, we cannot kill the bad.
they are too many.
and stupidity will win,
may destroy all.
maybe.
maybe we can just trick idiots
into being wise.