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Nobody wanted to die
04:22
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NOBODY WANTED TO DIE
Such a sad tearful tale
How nobody wanted to die
How nobody wanted to die
And inside of Death there is an ugly engine
Mechanic – thethey diddid not want to die
Electronic – theyyyy did nooot want to die
Further still there is an island of Antimidnight
Made from thrown away papers and matches
Where Aya strikes the fire by rubbing her slit
Onto threshold of Rua Da Paz
And we are watching big fire, really big fire,
Singing loudly:
nobody wanted to die,
nobody wanted to die”…
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WERE ROSES NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU?
We want deepness in this sound,
More electronic, more ecstatic, static, rawtic
We want we want we want
The rush of lizards on our skins,
Swollen rocks in our mouths…
As if works of masters were not enough,
As if robots made that work,
As if man and woman were not conceived in the dreams of hermits
But sculpted and created from the piece of clay,
As if emblems, bells and roses
Ain’t they tinkling?
There is a tale that I heard on the very endings of the woods –
They will demolish cities and make the caves for beasts instead.
They will stab their knives in the sun,
They will rape the moon and children.
Oh warriors of Allah – powers disunited,
Knots and cramps in walker’s hands, silvery dervishes…
Silvery dervishes made the fire and took the slime
And now you will be submitted and presented to the judge who just took datura…
And it’s me who wants to be true, not you, oh definitely not you, my darlings.
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Come, elphes, enter
04:40
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COME, ELVES, ENTER
Flickering their longish ears they stand on the threshold –
Colors more wondrous than those of twilights.
Flickering their longish eyes they stand on the threshold –
Colors more beautiful than those of rainbows.
They pour sand into my mouth,
They make pictures appear
Just from olive twigs and dried fern leaves.
Come, Elves, come
Enter, Elves, enter…
The army of weirdos at my door,
Unknown gestures
Come, Elves, come
Into my dream playground and teach me your game,
Scatter forms and shapes and illicit diamonds.
Come, Elves, come
Enter, Elves, enter!
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That Swedish blue
06:16
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THAT SWEDISH BLUE
In your eyes I saw grey flowers blooming
In your heart I saw the death of the world
In your ass I saw very beginnings
Under your feet I saw my mother turn into a cat
Over your back, you bending slowly,
I saw the most important – the hate of the man.
And when we were whispering calmly, you turned and kissed me, said:
“That is instead of good-bye.”
But anyway, but anyway,
I still have the dreams of destruction,
The dreams of my best friend remade into the guns.
And this can go on and go on
Almost endlessly…
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The vapours of Ljubljana
05:15
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THE VAPOURS OF LJUBLJANA
She took me to the Hill of Roses
Dipped the fingers in the redness of the night.
And I watched how slowly slowly cat eyes appeared behind you
And the roses, they grew very silent,
Next they were made of the stone.
Your hands, they were made of the glass
And then of the crystals.
And my skin, it was silk
And then... Dust.
I was in you – the forest of stillness,
You were in me – the stone of white noise.
We started with “fuck me”
And ended “I love you I love you I love you”
Endlessly meowing to the moon.
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The cats of Vilnius
03:45
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THE CATS OF VILNIUS
And it looks like all the cities
Became Cat - Kingdoms, Pussy - Domains.
And all the walls, and all the windows
Are just glittering brightgreencateyes.
Awashed by meowtic dreams
aflood with meowtic dizziness
meow meow meow
And when I gaze long enough into dark mirrors,
I start seeing that I got twenty-one nail
And mouth full of rat blood
Also I got black fur and a tail
I am the cat and I prefer walking alone.
And what I see is unseen to you –
This dark universe, those dark corners
Shining with very bright bright green light.
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IS THAT CALLED LOVE OR LONELINESS?
All white cats must go till the very end of the fields
Then they must fall into the abyss
And then they must jump into the sun.
All white cats must go and blacks and browns.
Sun and Moon is their Bearer
Sun and Moon is their Home.
And you got a little black spark in your eyes,
I got a little emptiness in the middle of my black heart,
So, we are perfect, we make all the colors,
But I… I still don’t know is that called love or loneliness.
All white cats must go till the very end
Till the very beginnings all white cats must go.
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Greenalmondeyes
04:45
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GREEN ALMOND EYES
Oh, my little greeneyed darling,
Where are you now, where are you now?
Do you hear this angel chorus singing?
Do see the monsters on the stone?
Do you see me now, do you see?
Give me your hand, I will take you to the place,
Where all mirrors stop reflecting,
Where all birds stop singing
Where butterflies turn back into the worms.
I will take you to the place
Where dreams do end
Where Sunelves go to sleep
Where little babies crawl.
I will take you into mercurygreen eyes,
Where rotten cities grow back to the festival places
Where I am the moon
And you are the stone
Now, please, open your mercurygreen eyes,
And show me, please, show me all the possible ends of this world.
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SLITHERY CARPETS OF LISBON
She will come to me in a dream
And start talking Portuguese.
She will not come
And I will feel cheated.
She will say again: “I miss you”.
I will start seeing the pattern of this tell-tale.
I will contribute to it.
She will refuse.
I will weep.
She will weep too.
The spot of white blood on the white dog’s fur.
We will talk neither decadence nor trademarks,
For it all happened and is gone.
In fact, I will forbid her to open her tiny mouth at all.
She will steal my pens and papers.
I will forbid, I will forbid all inn-carnations of her.
She will just erase me from her head.
Then I will forbid myself and this love paper to her
And then we will go for another round.
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A sad song to the friend
05:57
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A SAD SONG TO THE FRIEND
What can you weep out from your soulempty eyes?
What can you say from your tongueless mouth?
Weren’t you afraid and scared till the very depths of the darkness,
Till the very depths of the light?
Can you sing to me?
Can you send me a silver ring from The Underworld?
Can you call me from the line that was cut?
Tell me. You once told me:
“Homicide is heavy case of deathtrip, but overall…
But overall death is ok.”
You were little fat god with the haircut of silentsick angel.
Always ripe with jazz, full of slow movements.
And if not for the freakiness of the fate
We surely have changed this planet and let Pan dance
In the city halls and the banks.
And let Pan fuck all the men and the women.
And let Him drink from the starcups and moonbowls.
Oh, once you started to scream:
“do you feel we are open like a channels,
we are valid only as a gateways…”
Oh, my little dear brother, how I wish that you could burn another deep scar on my hand,
Oh, my little beloved brother, how I wish that your music awakens this sicksilly world.
Oh, my little beloved brother,
I wish you came in another shape and the form and knock on my door
Dun dun dun don don don don……….
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Vasha Dai Bangkok, Thailand
...just playing and recording music. Never the same, yet the same.
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