1. |
Milchglas
06:40
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Milchglas
Geboren aus dem Morgen
mit flachem Federkleid,
ein junger Feuervogel
traut sich in den Tag hinein.
Sehe Nebel aus dem Gebirge
und Kuppeln gegen Lärm.
Hinter Mauern aus Milchglas,
ein Strahlenbündel heller Schmerz
Ein Flimmern, ein blauer Schimmer
schützt vor Vergessenheit.
So kämpft der Flügelschläger
gegen die Unendlichkeit.
Die schweren, nassen Augen
blicken über’s brache Land
auf freie Aschefelder
zum Anflug freigeräumt.
Erst die Nacht vertreibt Wolken mir endlich aus dem Kopf
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2. |
Stop & Reverse
05:36
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Stop & Reverse
An inferno of rays
penetrated
the room
We’re born
into this
glistening bliss
I was hanging
like
a filament of a skeletal bulb
and the light was
slowly creeping out
I saw you
floating
like a leaf
boats on a stream of unconsciousness
Your unbearable gaze
was mauling my heart
as if we could ever
scratch
the walls of our dreams
A skeleton in armor
with a masochistic wish
to kick a can
down
the street
Let the light fade
let the storm rage
let the sea rise
let the cage break
let the earth quake
let the blood shake
stop and reverse and let the sky
burst
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3. |
Flower Bulbs
08:20
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Flower Bulbs
There’s a small wooden shed
behind
the house
in indigo blue air
and touched by the tips of tawny twigs
a refuge in the
gloom
pierced
by the flickering
light
a carpet of shards
a reflective
mosaic
It’s nothing
it’s
everything
but
in the great scheme of things
it’s nothing
and
everything
I thought I
would hear
him
humming
only for
one last time
It’s just
the frowning sky
shivering
in an electric
night
See it glowing
through
the thicket of my
room
But I cannot
rest and dwell
in the sun’s exclave
on my
windowsill
It was
on a Friday
when
I saw him
last
watching the birds
frolic
and
sing
There’s a
flower pot
hanging
but
it’s empty
Today I
found his
last receipt:
Wine, Cigarillos, and Flower Bulbs
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4. |
Shiver & Shake
06:35
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Shiver & Shake
A moment to pretend
a time to tame
a period to please
regret all you’ve done
regret what you’ve become
Bring back the thrill
bring back the tease
hold down your ways
come glow with the rays
come glow with the rays
One last wave of joyful rain
to be one of the maimed
what keeps you within
left hanging in your chest
left hanging in your chest
You scratch at the door
you call out for more
never seen you so bold
never felt you so cold
I await a shiver & shake
I await a shiver & shak
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5. |
Human Complexity
07:00
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Human Complexity
Schon am Anfang erste Schnitte,
enge Rippen, die Augen weit.
Von Auftakt bis Kadenz
ins Gedächtnis überspielt.
Verschlungene Körperwirbel
mit Haut und Haaren, ein wenig Stoff.
Gedankenleere Ströme,
in denen Lust und Laune lebt.
Eine warme Doppelhelix,
Körperschwung, in stetem Fluss.
So fest wir uns auch umarmen,
wir berühren uns doch nicht.
Sind Gefangene des Moments,
in dem die Welt einfach verbrennt.
Human Complexity,
wir werden nie zusammen sein.
Der Versuch,
all das zu fassen,
was sich als ungenau erwies.
Ja und trotz der schlauen Schnitte,
das Dazwischen am Ende übrig blieb.
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6. |
Panopticon
06:07
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Panopticon
Caught in a room
hung with eyes
all of them are staring at me
the lashed flow
the eye-balls move
bound in a neon bed
With all these eyes
hanging down
I have to lower my head
tearful looks
heavy-lids
in a constant reverie
Take me away
I’m a wanted man
If only I could
see what’s behind
all these empty eyes
I’d tear them down
by their lashes and lids
until there’s nothing left to see
I’m not the sum
of a picture set
a gallery with no stories behind
nothing escapes our common gaze
panopticon with no eye-lids
What ever there is to see
they don’t want to see it
what ever there is to know
they don’t want to know it
Take me away
I’m a wanted man
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7. |
Hunger
04:27
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Hunger
Suddenly something started to move under the carpet floor
a small black dog wild and mean, sharp teeth shining at me
his bite was bad is bark was not, shivered as I felt him mauling,
putting his teeth into my flesh, putting his teeth into my flesh
He got me down on my knees. Still his teeth in me
I said: “hold on, hold on, hold on, I’m getting hungry again”
Down deep into my mind mine all the days and the endless nights
let it all appear as it is, snaps shot into my eyes
I feel the teeth sticking in me
I’m in a sea of misery
no land’s man in a no man’s land
a life-long dead man’s float
I feel the hunger, I feel the hunger!
hear me, hear me, hear me, I’m getting hungry again
I’m a hungry man. I feel the hunger. Down on my knees I’m begging your please, feed my
body, feed my soul, feed my belly, feed my heart, feed my mouth, feed my mind, sprinkle the
stars in my eyes
Open wide under the carpet floor
a small black dog waiting for me, sharp teeth shining at me his
bite was bad his bark was not, I shiver as I felt him mauling
putting his teeth into my flesh, putting his teeth into my flesh
He got me down on my knees – still his teeth in me
I said: “hold on, hold on, hold on, I’m getting hungry again”
Do you feel the hunger?
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8. |
Raven Song
13:16
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Raven Song
Maybe we need the violence
this elation of
surviving
at the end
rising from the ruins
only to return into dust in a haste
dare to ask yourself what you’ve done
dare to ask yourself what you’ve become
but for now
come down
stand in line
we are at
the edge of time
***
there is something shimmering in the haze
***
It doesn’t matter
where
you lure me to
let’s go
let’s leave
dancing on the tropics
Cancer and Capricorn
a light-bulb supernova
in a Belle Époque
super fair
unseen
how
we laughed
nights out with lights out
under a tent of
waning suns
shimmering in your eyes
is this our generation’s fade
to attract attention to ourselves?
until our hearts are sore
***
there is something shimmering in the haze
***
See the boys and girls sitting on the bed
with their eyes opened wide they reach out for the first rays of a new rising sun to dry their cheeks and to rewarm their hearts
See the mellow men out on the fire escape whistling the blues
See the wounded and the maimed crawling from their inner caves reaching for the stars
those were the days of shuddering hands
the impending doom of buzzing fans
See the shepherds sitting on the hill summoning up brand new ghosts from a distant past
all the kids are frolicking and flickering in the Lawrence
and the vultures are craving for the moving flesh
They all come down on the field to stand in line
and together we reach beyond
***
let’s see what’s behind
***
Let’s get lost in the void
let’s get lost in time and space
let’s find our way out of ourselves
nothing is everything
nothing is nothing
nothing is
nothing lasts
as we go past
take out your blades
and slit the sky
tear it apart
break the levees of the milky way
and let it all come down
reach into the void
reach into the darkness
reach into the void
greet the black star
reach into the void
open up your cage
break your cage
let the birds fly
let the fire bird fly
let the black bird fly
let the raven fly
kiss their shiny beaks
and join in
a raven song
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