Wednesday, April 11, 2018
to be or to fly
i bite the night
with my teeth,
i cut you as
into my own blood
with nails and words,
invoking the silence
of the dead, wounding
us, killer, damned,
i took death, chose
the knife, inflicted pain,
my cruel heart
turning yours sour,
like milk curdling
with acid, increased
my own suffering,
blew up steam, poison,
until i wished to
kill all and me,
not bearing to look
at me, a vermin,
damned to stay
underground, in traps,
mouseholes, in the
dark crevices of me.
so i am no better.
we kill for ideas,
religion, dreams
and just to hurt.
where we find
no love nor home
we will destroy
and rape and loot
and houses, fields
will burn, hunger
and despair will win.
this is the waste land
creeping into me,
this night, all mine,
i made it, i will
bear the cross
to be or to fly,
to dream or to die.
i will not stay
with my wings
tied in a knot.
i eat silence,
i swallow noise,
i live in thin air.
i dig the walls,
i dig and dig,
i bite the night
with my teeth
with my teeth,
i cut you as
into my own blood
with nails and words,
invoking the silence
of the dead, wounding
us, killer, damned,
i took death, chose
the knife, inflicted pain,
my cruel heart
turning yours sour,
like milk curdling
with acid, increased
my own suffering,
blew up steam, poison,
until i wished to
kill all and me,
not bearing to look
at me, a vermin,
damned to stay
underground, in traps,
mouseholes, in the
dark crevices of me.
so i am no better.
we kill for ideas,
religion, dreams
and just to hurt.
where we find
no love nor home
we will destroy
and rape and loot
and houses, fields
will burn, hunger
and despair will win.
this is the waste land
creeping into me,
this night, all mine,
i made it, i will
bear the cross
to be or to fly,
to dream or to die.
i will not stay
with my wings
tied in a knot.
i eat silence,
i swallow noise,
i live in thin air.
i dig the walls,
i dig and dig,
i bite the night
with my teeth
Cecil Taylor , Love For Sale
silentium.
this is not a store nor our story to judge.
nor mine.
love is love.
the story is not love.
love is not a story to tell.
be quiet, heart.
Radiohead , Go To Sleep
Something for the rag and bone man
"Over my dead body"
Something big is gonna happen
"Over my dead body"
"Over my dead body"
Something big is gonna happen
"Over my dead body"
Someone's son or someone's daughter
"Over my dead body"
This is how I end up getting sucked in
"Over my dead body"
"Over my dead body"
This is how I end up getting sucked in
"Over my dead body"
I'm gonna go to sleep
Let this wash all over me
Let this wash all over me
We don't wanna wake monster taking over
"Tiptoe round tie him down"
We don't want the loonies taking over
"Tiptoe round tie them down"
"Tiptoe round tie him down"
We don't want the loonies taking over
"Tiptoe round tie them down"
May pretty horses
Come to you
As you sleep
I'm gonna go to sleep
Let this wash
All over me
Come to you
As you sleep
I'm gonna go to sleep
Let this wash
All over me
SHREK (Conrad, scene, synchro,German)
been for courses, Germany, Austria, first trial on Synchro...lots of fun, really
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