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One day the devil came above ground
One day the devil came above ground To study his interests He saw everything The devil, he heard everything And having seen all Having heard all He returned to his home below And down below They organised a grand feast At the end of this feast The devil rose to deliver his speach This is the jist of what he said Okay! Okay The world up there is like a sea Of raging fires that spit and roar Okay And man has fought like crazy With dangerous games of war Okay Trains are derailed A crash His boys filled with ideals Place bombs on the tracks Well that creates original death That death creates without confession Confessions without remission Okay Nothing is sold But all is bought Honour and sainthood Okay And states change secretly Into anonymous societies Okay hey hey And the mighty extort their dollars From countries that are poor And europe also rips the scars With it's post colonial gorge That creates death from starvation And starvation of nations Okay And man has seen so much of it That his eyes have become grey Okay, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey And no songs seem to exist Except when sung on stage Okay They dispense with hired thugs And jack-ass poets get the elbow But in the papers everywhere Every shit has his photo That creates evil in honest folk And laughter in dishonest ones Okay! okay! okay! okay! Okay! okay! okay! okay! Okay! Okay! hahaha! Okay! hahaha! Okay |
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You've understood nothing
If you need trains to fleet to adventure And white ships to take you away To see the sun in your eyes To see the songs you can't sing Then If you don't believe in tomorrow And tomorrow to be able to hope To find again in the hope That slipped from your hand To find again the hand That your hand has left Then If you need words pronounced by the old To help you justify all your renunciations If poetry to you is no more than a game If all your life is only a growing old Then If you need boredom To help you see the found And the noise of town To satiate remorse And then weakness To help you seem good And then anger To help you seem strong Then, then You've understood nothing Nothing......nothing You've understood nothing |
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The bargemen see
Me growing old I see the bargemen Aging too We play the game Of Tom Fools Where the one Who still is oldest In my work Even in summer He must travel WIth eyes clossed It's not nothing Being a lockman The barge men know My bloated face They joke with me That's there mistake Half sorcerer Half drunkard I cast a spell On all that sings In my work In autumn We gather fruit And the drowned It's not nothing Being a lockman In his basket A baby squirms To watch the fly On his nose Mama moans And time frets Cabbage sweats And fires groan In my work In winter We think of the father Who drowned himself It's not nothing Being a lockman Towards the spring The barge women Feign and gloat From their boat I'd like their games But for that war That he leaves me Somewhat damaged In my work In the spring One takes the time To drown self |
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Behind the dirt
Sprawled before us Behind narrow eyes And faces of fat Beyond those hands Opened or closed That strain in vain Nor raise thier fists Further than frontiers That barb our path Further than misery We must look We must look at What is beauty The grey sky or blue The women by the stream The faithful friend Tomorrow's sun The fly to the swallow The boat that returns The faithful friend Tomorrow's sun The fly to the swallow The boat that returns Beyond the concert Of sobbs and tears Of cries of anger Of men in fear Beyond the din of Streets and singers Of warning sirens Of swearing porters Stronger than children Who recount the wars And stronger than The great who've made us make them We must listen to The bird in the wood THe murmer of summer The rising of blood THe mother soft songs The childrens prayer And the noise of the earth Gently falling to sleep THe mother soft songs The childrens prayer And the noise of the earth Gently falling to sleep We must listen We must look |
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We find love, you and I
It's a new game to play Then we tell our first lie And see a love go away And we find We're alone We rush on, you and I We don't need love at all We need thrills, we need speed And we stumble and fall And we find We're alone We're loyal, you and I To flowers that are dead We forget how to cry And save photos instead And we find We're alone We hear guns, you and I And we ask what is that Then we open The Times We're informed where it's at And we find We're alone We're moral you and I We stand for what's right We slaughter our evil bygones And in life We find we're alone We're lucky, you and I We're alive and secure But in the bank and the church We can never be sure And we find We're alone We've made it, you and I We have glory and fame But we never know why We feel so ashamed And we find We're alone We've power, you and I But what good is that now? We'd build a new world If we only knew how And we find We're alone We are old you and I We beg warmth from the sun In the dreams that we dream We ask, "What have we done?" And we find We're alone |
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My love
My heart My sweet, oh My sky My fire My heat, oh My work My spring My veil My honey My bomb My grail My gate My gold My thrown, oh My stock My rock My stone, oh My night My thirst My hunger My day My bread My water My sail My wave My guide My way My blood My strength My fever My ray My song My love My wine My joy My dawn My life My faith My cry My love My heart My sweet, oh My sky My fire My heat, oh My body My flesh My yearning All this, now you're returning |
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If you go away
On this summer's day Then you might as well take the sun away All the birds that flew in the summer sky When our love was new And our hearts were high And the day was young And the nights were long The trees stood still for the night birds song If you go away If you go away If you go away And if you stay I'll make you a day Like no day has been Or will be again I'll sail on the sun I'll ride on the rain I'll talk to the trees And I'll worship the wind But if you go I'll understand Leave me just enough love To fill up my hand If you go away If you go away If you go away If you go away As I know you will You must tell the world to stop turning , turning Til you return again If you ever do For what good is love Without loving you Let me tell you now As you turn to go I'll be dying slowly Til your next hello If you go away If you go away If you go away But if you stay, I'll make you a night Like no night has been Or will be again I'll sail on you smile I'll ride on your touch Oh, I'll talk to your eyes How I love them so much But if you go I won't cry For the good is gone In the word "goodbye" If you go away Please don't go away Please don't go away Please don't leave me I won't cry anymore I won't talk anymore I'll hide in your room And I'll watch you As you dance and you smile And I'll listen a while As you sing and you laugh Please let me become The shadow of your shadow The shadow of your hand The shadow of your glass On this shadow of a man Please don't leave me Please stay Please don't go away And if you stay I'll make you a day Like no day has been Or will be again I'll sail on the sun I'll ride on the rain I'll talk to the trees And I'll worship the wind But if you go I'll understand Leave me just enough love To fill up my hand If you go away Please don't go away Please don't go away |
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The town fell asleep
I forgot what it's called At the spring Where it wept a corner of sky drowned The town fell asleep I forgot what it's called And night fell gradually And time stood still And my horse so muddy And my body exhausted And night shown bluely In the waters of fate And some cries of hate Poured out by the old And the oldest of old Those women without sleep The town fell asleep I forgot what it's called At the spring Where it wept a corner of sky drowned The town fell asleep I forgot what it's called And horse bent drinking And me stood watching And my thirst taking care That she never sees my stare And the fountain sings And exhaustion sinks It's knife in my back And I play the role Of the all powerful I'm awaited somewhere Like one awaits the king No, no one waits for me And I know it's hard But we die by chance While leading a merry dance The town fell asleep I forgot what it's called At the spring Where it wept a corner of sky drowned The town fell asleep I forgot what it's called Sometimes a dusk It's true that birds resemble waves And waves are birds And men are laughs And laughs are psalms More often it's true That the sea no longer sings I want to tell you That it sings of the songs That those mothers sing in books of our childhood but women are still only ever women and the fools among them only ever fools And I'm not so sure that the song states That she is the future of man The town fell asleep I forgot what it's called At the spring Where it wept a corner of sky drowned The town fell asleep I forgot what it's called And you have died My unknown mate On the brink of the naked Beneath the sheets As they danced |
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On Sundays the bulls get so bored
When they're asked to show off for us There is the sun, the sand, and the arena There are the bulls ready to bleed for us It's time when grocery clerks Become Don Juan And all the ugly girls Turn into swans Who can say what he's found That bull who turns and paws the ground And suddenly he sees himself all nude Who can say what he dreams That bull who hears the silent screams From the open mouths of multitudes On Sundays the bulls get so bored When they're asked to suffer for us There are the picadors and the mobs revenge There are the toreros and the mob's revenge, there are the toreros - and the mob kneels for us It's time when grocery clerks become Garcia-Lorca And the girls put the roses in their teeth Like Carmen On Sundays the bulls get so bored When they're asked to drop dead for us The sword will plunge down And the mob will drool The blood will poor down And turn the sand to mud It's time when grocery clerks Become Nero And the girls scream And shout the name of their hero And when finally they fell Did the bulls dream of a hell Where men and worn out matadors Still burn And perhaps with their last breath Would they pardon us their death Knowing what we did at Carthage, Waterloo, Verdon, Stalingrad, Iwoa Jima , Hiroshima, Saigon |
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Wholely naked
My my worn towel serving as loin cloth Face turned red Hands clutching at soap and froth (Next, next) I was barely 20 And we were over 100 Being the followers of the one who led (Next, next) I was still 20 When my innocense was revealed In a mobile brothel of an army In the field (Next, next) Maybe I would have liked A little touch of tenderness Maybe a word Or maybe a caress But no (Next, next) It was not Waterloo And it was not Arcole It was the moment When I regreted missing school (Next, next) But i swear on hearing that sergeant Who was not worth tuppens It was a dirty trick that ? made his armies of impotence (Next, next) I swear by the head Of my first bout of syphillis It's that voice That voice that sticks Like a fist (Next, next) That voice that stinks of garlic Foul drink and crud It's the voice of nations And the voice of blood (Next, next) And since then Each woman in the heat Of succuming in my skinny arms Seems to be murmering Next, next Next deary, next sonny All the followers of the world Would hold each others hand For in my delerium, well I scream and demand He's next....well I'm not delerious I act as a reasoner Say, it's more humiliating to be the followed Than the follower (Next, next, next, next) One day I'll cut my legs off Or even become a nun I'll hang anything So long as I'm not anyone Never to be next Never to be next Never to be next Next, next Please don't pick me next Never to be next I want never...never...never....never....never....never to be next |
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My death is like a swinging door
A patient girl who knows the score Whistle for her And the passing time My death waits like a desperate truth At the funeral of my youth We pray for that And the passing time My death waits like a witch at night As surely as all love is bright Who loves for us Amd the passing time But whatever is behind the door You know, there's nothing left to do Angel or devil, Idon't care For in front of that door There is you My death waits beneath my pillow To catch my sleep in endless tableau So lets freeze The passing time My death waits to allow my friends A few good times before it ends Let's drink to that And the passing time My death waits in your arms Your thighs Your soothing fingers will Close my eyes But let's not talk about The passing time But whatever is behind the door And whoever waits for me Angel or devil I don't care For in front of that door You will be My death waits among the fallen leaves At my coffin where they greive And now lets nail the passing time My death waits among the rows Where the blackest shadow goes Let's cast blooms upon the passing time My death waits in a double bed Sands of oblivion at my head Pull up the sheets against The passing time But whatever is behind the door You know there's nothing much to do Angel or devil I dont care For in front of that door There is you |
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