| ASHES He shut up like a rose The scar of my belly How I wanted him to rise up With the clouds How I asked for love, recieved The wounds on cheek The nights empty sleep Hopeless words I cant keep He searched just like a maquet Oh the metal is me How i needed him to drawn it in Protect me from belief How I pleaded then to end again Heal my rotting skin Pleaded then asked for sin Something I can keep Soul of my soul Do you feel me? Touch the beating of my heart Heart of my hearth Flesh of my flesh Mouth of my mouth Soul of my soul Do you feel me? Touch the beating of my heart He shuned me like disease The feathers in my eyes How I needed his light to purify The darkness deep inside How I asked for warmth Recieved snow and sleet The burns on my feet White and unsoiled sheets He reached for all desire Kept his hands far from me How my mind built high Could rectify such pain and deceit How the sorrow plunged Concrete and ashen weeps The porous bed it reeks With unresolved peaks Soul of my soul Do you feel me? Touch the beating of my heart Heart of my hearth Flesh of my flesh Mouth of my mouth Soul of my soul Do you feel me? Touch the beating of my heart And now I sleep on ladders So afraid I�ll fall WHEN I WAS BED Oohh, when I was bed Before she spread Lilacs on the sheets Perfumed his hairs With white powders Removed the bitter Taste left on his cheek Oohh, when I was bed Before she spread Lilacs on the sheets The antiquity Of that moment How filthy His shoes had been And how soon We forget The smell of survival Blanket it with roses And sick flowers Oohh, when I was bed Before she spread Lilacs on the sheets Oohh, when I was bed When I was bed� LAMENT-OVER THE SHADOWS Jahr aus un jahren will ich warten Tag fur tag bist du mit mir Zogst du auch mich den soldaten So tanz ich, mein herz, mein liebster mit dir Und bist du auch noch in der ferne Ist die nacht noch so nah Am himmelszeit seh ich die sterne Deine augen, so funkelnd so klar Sing to me like so many faces In your eyes the lies you told me too These faces old and these faces cold As the air I breath And bring to me the tongue of fire That I once knew, all the sombre shades of you Shadows we once built so handsomely Now somewhere out of reach Jahr aus un jahren will ich warten Tag fur tag bist du mit mir Zogst du auch mich den soldaten So tanz ich, mein herz, mein liebster mit dir Und bist du auch noch in der ferne Ist die nacht noch so nah Am himmelszeit seh ich die sterne Deine augen, so funkelnd so klar FACE Let your eyes walk on his tongue His wife is dead, she doesn�t see Voices raised to emptiness Arms reaching back To face the face Children stand shut To the leinght of his waist Dirt swept we shiver With our mouths to the ground Word dancers shout The dead language of thieves �dreams are omition, they fall deliberately� Let the sky scream�suffocation� If you can�t move, you can�t breath Voices raised to emptyness Arms reaching back To face the face Not me, dead girl dressed in white This is not healthy, I sanitation Sin it could be you Mouth to mouth, Face to Face You can�t get out If you already there It�s always been you THE LUXURY OF TEARS In a phallic stone tower we rise and fly Or stand knee in water Skin smooth And damp every time he crossed them And there are bones in bed with that child A figure behing the glass me in his mouth The man has come and gone Aroused my photographic memory Orphan sons in his raw hands (were slammed in his face) Like fire under whores, insect, smilyng eyes Project rain blaze against his teeth The luxury of tears burned my fingers Spinning devils of snow The luxury of tears burned my fingers Spinning devils of snow Oh devils must know the luxury of tears Changed his shape, he raised his eyes Eyes masked with green, threw out his arms Pulled open the door a moist, sour tongue Down the silver screen Usher in the bleak years through his Yawning neck, I undress in his throath A passion for dust(was slammed in his face) Pull them down by the wings a rose from From my ribs stole back up the stairs (and laughed in his face) The luxury of tears burned my fingers Spinning devils of snow The luxury of tears burned my fingers Spinning devils of snow Oh devils must know the luxury of tears OF THE WOUND The cross pulled from his chest Raises a welt Leaden in every limb Sleep can watch for seizures The legless man had directed him to a window Windows like blind eyes probed the mud The minutes that were left Ran across his throath stuffed with cotton And his mouth could hear the distant splashes A fever and his hand is worse In the silent film days He must remain an enigma They climbed three flights of stairs to the night Like a hundred piece of glass There were numerous outstreached hands. Throwing shadows A pair of shadows Holding the three cornered hat of a cardinal We move on to snake venoms Christ would spit on you And that�s who you remind me of Beneath a musty green The wound appears to be dying |