Late Sea

LYRICS

 

Songs from the album Rumor

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Lyrics from Rumor

Swan Song

I am the swan swimming in your veins I am the missing piece

I am the whisper in the empty hall, the dripping ink
I’m the secret room behind your bedroom wall I am the missed call
I’m that stain that doesn't blend that bitter end you cant shake off

And when I fold the center will not hold

All the horizons withdraw all conclusions were made
you’ve measured everything 
And though the wasteland grows you try your best to make believe
You walk along the walls of your empty mind
wondering what you left behind 
Your steps are just a fragment of my lingering requiem

And when I fold the center will not hold

Introduction to light

The day was pressing hard against your dreams
Your song was growing bitter, and the aftermath was dim
you promised to yourself you wont withdraw even if you cant find words
And wait for an introduction to light.

It comes and goes you never get to chose a time or place
You stand inside the wrestling ring hoping for a piece of grace
And when that old taste of defeat slips down you throat
you close your eyes and try to float

‘Casue when you’re here I’m never ready
And when Im there you always change your mind
And when we wrestle in the dark I know well never be far enough

You see them in the streets their carts are loaded their shoes are torn and wet
they beg and sing their shame without permission or regret

Their eyes are always looking somewhere else , the roofless night collapsed
And in the ruins, Introduction to light

Now she comes in from the rain, you do not ask her where she's been
With a single stroke her fingers break the chains that fence you in

and then she slides out of her dress and paves the path to moans an whispers
paves the path to moans an whispers

But when you’re here I’m never ready
And when Im there you always change your mind
And when we wrestle in the dark I know well never be far enough

Behind the markets underneath the stacks of colored waste
Like particles that were never located or misplaced
It never was too early and it never will be too late
to master Introduction to light

Cover up

On the last day of summer I step outside and shed my skin
Theres a foreign halo kindling every grain of sand
All the people come undone, realize they lost their old names
Wander off to find their mothers womb
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When spring arrives a poisoned wind blows through the sleepy town
I watch them draw the final lines
All the people gather around, realize they need a new name
And chase their shadow back into the night
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Cover up when the day is done, If you've seen enough
The rivers roll into the ocean, but the ocean’s never full.
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On the last day of winter fires blaze across the plains
if you don't want to be consumed you better hide your love away
And see them oiling godly guns to make sure no one sees the shame
and drown out all their doubts in pools of victory and blood
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Cover up when the day is done, If you've seen enough
The rivers roll into the ocean, but the ocean’s never full.

Closer

On the edge of your slumber remains a piece of that picture
That see-sawed departure, That circuit you’ve missed
It tip toes around you as you crash down on your pillow
If you try to remember you will always forget

And right now the night is moving fast
breaking faith fazing pulses and blood, stealing names
and I need a reason

With the suitcases packed she sits and stares at the door
theres no turning back once you've seen there was more
she doesn't care that she's losing all that she's got
Though she said shell remember she already forgot

And right now the night is moving fast
breaking faith fazing pulses and blood, stealing names
and I need a reason

 
Rumor

A rumor spread thought the night and tapped my anxious ears
The plot seemed so familiar but the characters obscure
so I came down through the swarming lights that pressed against my velvet silhouette

I kneeled beneath your window ledge I saw a room so sad and cold
Id never dare to come and scare you, just to accelerate your pulse
but you, you looked right through me and somehow missed this vagabond’s envious stare

Oh daughters of Jerusalem
I swear you by the sun and moon
I swear you by these ancient wounds
Don’t wake my love until she's willing

I was lying naked in the cold when your steel towers were complete
You made my precious love a fable for the bums down on your street
I didn't call or leave a note, I was playing hard to get I hoped you'd come around

But the records show you've mastered some complex words to break the spell
so that you could pimp my name to anyone until they couldn't tell
That buried beneath the pavement all you holy panics yearn my broken glory

Oh daughters of Jerusalem
I swear you by the sun and moon
I swear you by these ancient wounds
Don’t wake my love until she's willing

But I love you even more when you're unfaithful and distracted
I let you name my only son though I never really trusted
So now when were both lost I had to summon both the poles to render my revenge

 
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Songs from a Plague

1   Entertainment

The plague has come at last

we weren't quite prepared

we thought we had the cure

It made us think again

It snapped us into two

it showed us who is the boss

Then nailed grannie and grandpa

tight onto the cross

And though we are so anxious

that well be the next patient

we also god-damn love this

breathtaking entertainment.

2   Pay Up

The plague outside is raging

consuming old and young

she's holding down our hubris

she's biting off his tongue

 

We try and ask for mercy

it seems she isn't moved.

We try to fight her back

She seems to be amused.

 

She knows we just don't get it

she sees we don't regret

she's here to cut the middleman

and make us pay the debt.

3   The Poet Speaks

The plague is coming to flatten the land

To snap the old chains of supply and demand

It slides into lungs, it burns from inside

you better be sure we are in for a ride

 

The plague is coming to show the king is naked

well run as fast as we can but some will not make it

and on their death bed they'll just have to wonder

why they've given their life to this strange world order

 

The plague is coming with a sword and a tale

of the good earth we're turning from heaven to hell

of a deadly parade to an undefined goal

oh we've known for a while we will pay for it all.

 

the plague is rolling out, running over our faith

that we're running the show, that we're setting the pace

That our petty convenience is the final redemption

that we are the answer to the question of questions

 

The plague is coming and this time its bad

Take care of your neighbor, make sure you call dad

if you're on of the luckies you might have insurance

and if you are not you were probably useless

 

The plague has arrived and at times such as these

all sorts of fake prophets and poets appear

And since Dr. Fauci advised I stay in

I wrote me some poems. Is that such a sin?

4   The Lovers Dream

I dreamt I was corona,

and you were with your man.

I sneaked through your left nostril,

when he woke up you were gone.

5    An Answer to a Proposal

Fauci said the end is far

so baby lets not rush

I'm not exactly saying no

but a wedding seems a bit much

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6   NY Love in Times of Covid

I had to pick and choose

Between you and Johnny Roo

you have corona symptoms

but Johnny has them too

You got them in the airport

and Johnny in a cab

you're shivering with fever

and he keeps throwing up

I do not take this lightly

I had to act with speed

Where should I get my virus?

With who to quarantine?

Now Johnny has a big screen

but you have fancy wine

he has his three cute kittens

but your Labrador is quite fine

Your windows have the best view

but he gets morning light

we have great conversations

but Johnny's abs are tight

But none of this is crucial

on these tumultuous weeks.

My mind should stop this chatter,

my heart it needs to speak.

So if i'm calling from his bedroom

Its not 'cause of your fever

It's just that there's Chinese food down the block

and these guys still deliver.

 
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Lyrics from The Writers Trilogy

Hunter / Ode to Frantz Kafka

Crossroads. Waiting.  Numb toes. Windbound

Yesterday's letters arrive.

Outlined. Sharper. Fist-clenched. Heavy

Windbound. Unnoticed. Unmarked

With pockets empty of star dust and signals or prayers,

no where no one will ever wait.

He says: ‘I remember tomorrows departures,

this blind ghost that borrowed my name forever’.

When morning comes I'll leave again

and head with broken eyelids to the freezing water.

The winds will flap the patched sails in and out

through hazy ways of nameless doubt

but in my dreams the gates will light up then

fade and disappear.

So far there is no island

so far my skin grows thick

the currents are double crossing

the white light is rewinded

the silver swans were drowned beneath the waves

So far no one could reach me,

no one smuggles spoken words behind the veil

I give away my stories  to the nymphs and to the beggars

but the silver swans have drowned

Ring The Bells- Ode to Spinoza
When the Jew of Amsterdam put down his pen

you woke up breathing heavy and sweating

the night froze at once and you couldn't quite tell

the dense clouds of silence from the desperate cries

The blackbirds would not sing the distance no more

cause the compasses all came undone

and darkness was bright more than ten thousand suns

cause the stars had no secrets to give

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When the Jew of Amsterdam put down his pen

you could hear the fluttering wings fade away

and see through the walls how the wells disappear

and the latter falls down and the letters lose weight.

The waters reflected the sky as before

but the doubts came up creeping and itching:

If that ancient-blue-blister has run down its course

then there's no one to wipe off the blood from your soul.

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A man is grinding silver lenses,

his lungs are filled with dust and dreams

he rings the bells he’s leaning over.

the yellow sparrows falls.

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When the Jew of Amsterdam put down his pen

the flood made its way through the windows and the doors

and the people could not patch their flags anymore

and the old books did not make any sense.

And the land was as bare as a whisper of death

they could not decide anymore

If the prince was a thief, if the king has been murdered

when the peacocks got lost on their way.

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A man is grinding silver lenses,

his lungs are filled with dust and dreams

he rings the bells he’s leaning over.

the yellow sparrows falls.

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you alone with no tears and no home

with your cardboard womb in your exile

you alone on your bed trying hard to unwind

all those riddles that twist down your spine

you alone with the drowned and beheaded but yet

you reach out for the pen where its left

and you look for the word to engrave and inject

till the water runs down and the dove flies away

The Great White / ode to Paul Celan

The windmill slows down at the heart of the storm,

Now your words reach the harbors of grace.

The sprouts melt their way through the cracks and the stains:

It is time for the great white.

What was forsaken will sing.

What was gathered will never be broken.

The stones you inhaled make amends with the sky

All the torn flags are bidding farewell.

The promises you made to your spleen and the iris:

Lay them down and walk on.

Sooner or later the sirens of midnight will call you,

And tear down the walls

with the tips of their merciful tongues.

Your watch is completed.

The stream of the Sein keeps you safe and sound.

Your wandering forehead is tamed and prepared-

You're allowed when the night can no longer sleep

As your words twist and turn in the dreams of a lost mother

it is time: for the great white.

The angel of poppy surrenders his will to your fine flint,

the currents will guide you-

the map that they utter is precise,

The blood clots are lost in the sand down below,

Now a blind man will harvest the moonlight.

Sooner or later the sirens of midnight will call you,

And tear down the walls with the tips of their merciful tongues.

Your watch is completed.

The stream of the Sein keeps you safe and sound.

Children's Corner

I can't remember on which side I used to lay my head

I can't Remember

This long endless walk

And no one whispered in my ears about the little toys

About the precious

So I climb up the stairs

It comes to hold you, comes to warn you, comes to colorblind

The mornings pile:

Year after year

And no one whispers in your ears about the seven birds

About the crystal

Now there is nothing to gain

Oh how they slip away in the blink of an eye

How they slip away

Like wind-blown dust

Tale Reprise

Far, over the hills

Across seven white deserts

Across seven black seas

If you throw yourself inside

Scattered in all directions

Giving it all until  the ashes

Are lighter than air

 
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Scattered Poetry

Words

English is not my first language

But language is not my first language either.

The Old Crew

At the end of every summer

They gather on the shore

With notebooks swarming letters

And hearts that weigh a little more

They bring back simple facts

They don’t bother with the style

Refining is too easy

It s for those who try to hide

They don’t come to feed their ego

Or collect the blood stained gold

They were commanded to report back

And they do as they’ve been told

They were sent away at midnight

Long before they learned to speak

They were band from getting cozy

Or from taking gifts for keeps

Instead they go out and let in

Every gesture great or small

Every dim lit room every long lost love

Every shadow hanging tall

Every hand that’s reaching out and

Every longing caving in

Every prayer soaring upwards

Every god that falls asleep

At the end of every summer

They report as they were told

But each year their hearts grow heavy

And they’re getting rather old

Once I thought that I was summoned

To join the lucky few

So I opened like a window

And let the world come through

But the winters were too lonely

And my words wouldn’t come out right

So I joined the cheerful masses

And let others fight the fight.

October 2018

A crooked hymn

O lowest of lows

O highest of heights

You're softer than wool

You’re lighter than light

Be sure to forgive us

As we all take flight

We found you by morning

But lost you by night

O anchor of gold

We try to believe

Though you show us your back

Though you threaten to leave

We did it all wrong

But we don’t know what right

We found you by morning

Then lost you by night

O master of the maze

O keeper of doubt

Were too young to die

Were too old to fight

Help us translate those hymns

Of fear and delight

We found you by morning

But well lose you by night

We never did trust you

Cause the game was so rigged

We misspelled your name

Then you did what you did

We won’t take the knee

You won’t say what you want

We find you each morning

Then lose you each night

But when I pulled down the curtain

And took off my armor

You bent down for my love

Like a sea for the harbor

I played down beside you

With no hope and no pride

I found you in the morning

I might stay the night.