Someday I will see you again, I will
Climb the mountains longing for it.
I will have your embrace even as I climb so far to see the world.
I will climb so far.
I climb the world, as it is my will.
Slowly the mind eats itself.
Even as the thoughts melt away
Low key night terrors
Follow along the way.
Deny the pain, deny the dullness
Of the doubt there to stay.
Unless one prefers no company
Besides the shadows on the wall
There to stay.
The rose in her
Hair; the flowing, flowing
Dress, eyes forlorn.
Across the sand and rivers,
Across the sand and rivers.
The long black hair
Flowing; her eyes forlorn
For the old raven
That said nevermore.
Rose in hair.
Between hills and forests
Under blown leaf
The wolf hunts a black sheep
Under blown leaf.
Between hills and forests
The shadows glare.
Beneath the damp leaf.
Mignon girl running
To catch a deer blitzing.
The daffodil flops,
As the day comes closing.
As the day comes closing,
The moonlight is
Hovering; cloudy sky
Pouring with the
Rain falling from the sky.
Only tears end this day.
The wolf now is so hungry
For the dark brown dress.
The wolf now is so hungry
For a long caress.
The wolf now is so hungry
For the blood on dress
From Daffodil's blood.
All the old women
Carrying the hunger pains.
All the old men
Working the night shift.
Carrying the hunger pains,
We want liberty.
Carrying the hunger pains,
Working the night shift.
Along the bright city lights.
Along the bright city lights.
How proud we be
To be of the shining knights,
With pitchforks and sledge.
Arise, fatherland's children,
May your rein last 1000 years.
Arise, fatherland's children,
Become like boulders,
Grow into a battalion.
Arm our citizens.
The blades so sharp
And true to a point.
Uniforms so sleak.
The nighthawk reins highlands.
The nighthawk reins highlands.
From the sky it drops
To eat fallen depris.
From the sky it drops
All the dust from the dark sky.
All the dust from the dark sky.
Arise, fatherland's children,
May your rein last 1000 years.
Arise, fatherland's children,
Become like boulders,
Grow into a battalion.
Arm our citizens.
During the cold Spring rain,
The drops of blue on grass.
All that is profane
Shall all turn into glass.
Of all the ways to fall down,
The glass shall revert to grass.
In all many pieces
That have returned to
glass, the many pieces,
All that is profane,
Shall all turn into glass.
Of all the ways to fall down,
The glass shall revert to the grass.
I seek the cold water, down river
flowing.
For all those lights
In the city nights
glowing.
To clear thoughts
For all misery
growing.
For me I wither
In your so gentle arms
In your embrace.
I now seek that embrace.
I now seek that embrace.
So small I feel
And yet, embrace
The flow around my neck
And down my spine.
For you my divine.
For you my divine.
To think I am but a
Small thing, yet I trust it
That you love
Under midnight sunset.
Under midnight sunset.
Arigato pour le sabots de bois.
Arigato pour le fleurs.
Mais non pour le beze.
Ou le cheval rein le soliel!
Pour le cheval es cheval noir.
Arigato pour le sabots de bois,
Mais non pour mon chevel de mort.
Konnichiwa un chevel de vie.
Konnichiwa pour beze de fleurs.
Konnichiwa pour beze de fleurs.
Dying inside, within
Inside the mind I rest.
Slowly under skin
Inside I rot long within.
Long days ahead in mind
Lasting seasons.
Under a thinning roof
Slowly I must go poof.
Inside mind, rest
On the old futon.
Nocturnal moonlight for
So many seasons.
For I am exhausted,
In my dillussionment.
For the anthem that
decorates the room
In blue and red,
A petite brunnette
Loses her very head.
In other districts
Where one shall die,
They hang or fry
In that dimly lit district
That one may live to try.
For Marxist dreams
The old reality screams
Wanting katharsis.
Reality anguishes,
Love now languishes.
For unlike my
Dreams of love afar
Across the sea
Reality not free
Wants one not to bleed.
For the anthem that
decorates the room
In blue and red,
A petite brunnette
Loses her very head.
Whether its gallows
Or a Soviet cartridge
Across the winter hallows,
Or a guillotine.
Or a guillotine.
One can only dream,
Of a better world,
where one shall not bleed.
Her name inspires
Soul, in fire
Yelling.
Tatania, from her lips
Down to her very big hips.
In her birkenstock clogs
She sways those hips
As if it werent
Trippy.
That half one thing girl,
And half another,
From Montrael.
From sea to rivers
The clouds now forming
Collect around
The tree, dust storming
Until midnight comes.
It is midnight that
I dread the most
Hiding
Under the covers
From the shadow men
Lurking.
With those long scowls,
And snaggly teeth
Chomping.
But by day it fades
Now Fading fadingly
From the old walls
Cracked with old age
Waiting in the sun.
To think that I see gold
Where there is only dust.
In this world of rust.
The dust so strong and windy
Across the midnight evening.
I wander the sand.
I seek and demand
Water.
Through the hot sand
I cover my hat
Tilting.
And beyond dunes
With land runes
Hiding...
The wild sand fennics
Scrounge for the bugs
Crawling in the sand.
Hungry, they seek bugs
For all of life.
For my rose of black
In that fine dress of black
Flowing in the wind.
Our necks embrace,
Connecting the face.
For in this we hold
Some vague story
Yet to be so told.
For you it is distant
Memories gone by.
For my rose of black
In that fine dress of black
Flowing in the wind.
I have to think of
A reason to stay.
Water boiling In the pot now steaming. High pitch is loud. From blue to dark red. From blue to dark red. Lobster steaming In the old misty kitchen Until meat red. From blue to dark red. From blue to dark red.
You know they
Have it now for you
When they test the words.
For they seek only words.
For they seek only words.
To think they try
And see it all through
From mouth to lips.
They seek lips as the tips.
They seek lips as the tips.
Le chatte c'est noir.
The black cat climbing
An old wooden fence,
The moonlight is
Shining high in the
Sky. All that wild frizz.
Le chatte c'est noir.
Le chatte c'est noir.
Arigato pour le poisson.
Je pense des poisson gozaimase.
Gozaimase arigato pour le poisson.
Gozaimase pour le wasabi.
Le chatte c'est noir
Et manger des wasabi.
I ride a horse
into the falling sunset.
Midnight is coming.
I ride a black horse
With my rifle in tow,
A girl with a bow
lopsided, also sits
behind me, holding on
As the bow slides off.
As shadows lurking
In the dark midnight forest,
The wolves now howl.
The wolf with its baying
Now seeks comfort
Under a burned tree,
Swaying slowly in
The gently blowing
wind. Morning comes knocking
Under the burned tree.
As shadows lurking
In the dark midnight forest,
The wolves howled.
The shadows now fade away.
The shadows burn away,
Under a morning sun.
It could be her locks.
Wavy, blond, and falling.
Or her birkenstocks.
With cat eye glasses,
I embrace those locks.
It was not this that burnt
the only desires
I had to be with
her, till dying day.
I would not care
If I never had my way.
It took one conversation,
About types, from second hand
To tell me not just
That I would never have her hand,
But nobody else.
She had her chance,
As I could have had mine.
But now I give in,
And find synthetic dolls
So divine.
You think you have it.
That great fashion sense.
But you're my grandma
crawling in old girl's dress.
I suppose some have no sense
but to crawl the world in a flower cap shuffling.
You're my grandma in a tattered dress.
The quietness
In the cold morning air.
Shadows now looming.
In the shadows I wander.
In the shadows I wander.
No sound now stirs
In the cold morning air.
Shadows now looming,
As I wander the Earth.
As I wander the Earth.
In the cold rain / with the coldest wind
The Shinto temple shining / and Mother Mary crying.
The moonlight glows / in land of Winter.
The mountains loom / and flowers bloom.
The mountains loom / and flowers bloom.
In this song I sing / in time passing
The wolf in the pack / and the bear fishing
Seek refreshment / seek the water.
The Torii looming / in the dark forest green.
The Torii looming / in the dark forest green.
Pour mere Marie, c'est la mere de Jesus.
Vous avoir elle en le couper de l'eau.
Vous avoir elle en le montagna,
Vous avoir elle a la mere de Jesus.
Arigato gozaimase la mere,
Arigato gozaimase la mere de Jesus.
Pour Marie, hanasemasu ka?
Pour entre le deux c'est le me de Jesus.
Vous avoir elle en le couper de l'eau,
Vous avoir elle en le montagna.
Vour avour elle en le guillotine.
Arigato gozaimase la mere,
Arigato gozaimase la mere de Jesus.
Pour Marie, hanasemasu ka?
Avec une bougie pour le mort.
Pour mere Marie, c'est la mere de Jesus.
I am drifting
Rifting across time
Sifting through the clouds.
On a horse, on a horse.
On a horse, on a horse.
I am drifting.
I am drifting
On a horse, on a horse.
I shall go now and wither.
I am the old dust.
She waits for her
Her lover from afar.
Someday they all hold hands.
Out the window into night.
Out the window into night,
Those eyes glow.
Those eyes glow
Missing their lover afar.
Out the window into night,
She waits for her.
On a horse the
Sunset overhead
Looms over the skyline.
Out the window into night.
Out the window into night,
Sounds of city streets blaring,
The trains blending in with the old wind chimes.
The raindrops pouring down splatter down the drain, downward.
Come sound of rain, give me your chilling rhymes.
On this lute I strum
A flowing flowing hum.
The wind is chilling
The wrinkled leather drum.
On this lute I strum.
Strumming, strumming to the...
Sounds of city streets blaring,
The trains blending in with the old wind chimes.
The raindrops pouring down splatter down the drain, downward.
Come sound of rain, give me your chilling rhymes.
She asked for a hot omulet,
But I only had rice with my water
To mix the flour as if it were with eggs and cheese.
For our old bread is their omulets.
When their army came and went,
Left behind was rice with water.
In the civil wars so long ago it was black eyed peas.
Left behind was rice with water.
Despite our lack of food,
We worked the soil no more on that day.
So many years ago in that soil we drove them off.
We worked the soil no more on that day.
Though left behind was the rice,
To have any food at all in that time
Was very nice, very very very nice on that day.
Left behind was rice with water.
But despite it all, we were OK.
But despite it all, we were OK.
She wore a long flowing black dress,
As she walked up the scaffold stairs climbing.
And in her curly black hair there was a rose noir,
As she walked up the scaffold stairs climbing.
Upon the lunette she stood,
Upon that lunette she was so eternally descending
Into the stocks for her beheading that she long awaits.
Upon that lunette she was so eternally descending.
On her dying day her head went.
Down came the rose in her hair, it falls.
To think I see wind,
In these catacombs deep.
In these catacombs I choose to tonight sleep.
In these catacombs deep.
I wait for the monsters within,
As they come a wanting for my tiny neck.
To see all my hair come down falling on the floor.
Now they come a wanting for my tiny neck.
To think I see wind,
In these catacombs deep.
In these catacombs I choose to tonight sleep.
In these catacombs deep.
Those beasts within bite down,
Lusting after my tiny neck.
The old flag rose
That was red, white, and blue.
That old flag rose
In my wooden shoes.
In my wooden shoes
I hold up that flag,
Despite so many flaws.
I hold up that flag
In my wooden shoes.
In my wooden shoes.
She wore a bow
That covered her hair.
She wore a bow.
In her wooden shoes.
In her wooden shoes.
Her hand knit dresses
Are now faded in color.
Her hand knit dresses
In her wooden shoes.
In her wooden shoes.
From the beaches of Normandy,
From the winter of Strasbourg.
And evenings in Tokyo,
The girl of Tokyo and Strasbourg.
In her wooden shoes.
Before night time I'm sitting,
Sitting in the tree.
Sitting in the tree,
I watch the moon.
Before night time I'm sitting
Watching the midnight sky falling down.
From deserts to the rain forests
I see the world.
I see the world
Along the trees.
From deserts to the rain forests
I see the world along the tall trees.
Watching the midnight sky falling down,
I see the world along the tall trees.
The hillsides under sunset
Glow in the sunlight till moonlight comes.
In the hillside under sunset
The trees sway back
And forth in the wind, till moonlight.
The hillsides under sunset.
Under dark moonlight skies
The owls of the forest hide in trees.
Under the dark moonlight skies.
They seek food and water.
For water and food they want.
They seek food and water.
The tower in the distance
Calls the wind and the water at day.
The old tower in the distance
Seeks the quiet warm day.
As the day becomes colder,
The city becomes a ghost town.
The city becomes a ghost town,
And no voice is stirring.
With her white dress
She dangled down the chimney.
With her white dress,
She dangled on noose.
She dangled on noose.
The cold season
brings chocolate
Treats, and presents
Through the whole year.
Through the whole year.
The Chistmas Vampire hung
On London bridge, and left
Two children. Paupers
Without a seasons bring.
The Christmas Vampire hung,
On London bridge.
One became a banker,
The other a CEO.
The eldest was a wanker,
While the other watched space movies,
On an old terminal,
And thumb their noses at paupers,
Without a seasons bring.
They came for the
women and children in storm,
Marching on road.
The unit then rolled forth.
The unit then rolled forth.
Down the old chimney
Was the smokes in the lungs
Blowing in the wind.
The unit came rolling.
The unit came rolling.
Down the old highway
They came rolling along
Marching on road.
The bombs and the war dogs
Came rolling along.
The city music Is calling for me. The city music Of the rats. Closing dark city streets. The windows cracked. The rats scurry about. The weather is sleet As the golf balls whack. The rats scurry about. The city music Of the city rats.
The sword sharp shines
in the river brine
that is divine,
In the darkest water fall.
its blade shines so bright,
Its blade shines so bright.
In this cold Winter
where the souls rise
The dead rocking
Out of their caskets.
Out of their caskets.
It seeks holder
who may be so much bolder,
yet is much colder
than any slimey merchant fox.
Slicing the leaf.
Slicing the leaf.
In this cold Winter
where the souls rise,
the dead rocking
Out of their caskets,
Out of their caskets
The dead do rise.
The dead do rise.