1. |
Song One Is
04:32
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I have always wanted to sing
things that open doorways to think
since life finds own force to win
hints bind lines bold boundaries you bring
From early times I’ve yearned to dance
body away to the remotest distance
whilst damaging romance drive enhanced
we’ve managed to advance thrive and expand
One step from lost lottery
One plot of vocal cajolery
One local stranded coterie
One last handshake for referee
Yet in one dream
in that single scene
I switch to foreign language
when I’m feeling what I mean
And some people tell me I could act
very well blend with the blood pact
of those who want to know the plan
provoke passions of unashamed men
One step from lost lottery
One plot of vocal cajolery
One local stranded coterie
One last handshake for referee
Yet in one dream
in that single scene
I switch to foreign language
when I’m feeling what I mean
I abort these sessions in professional fashion
sleazy tease only ceases to release tension
tone of voice discloses oppression
alone poised for this close fierce expression
Count down the days to number one
can’t drown dazed numbles hunt
I’m bound to space a humble plant
wont want won on one song
I feel I still gravitate towards film
even if I spear against my own shield
four-leaf clover for your devoted lover
omne vivum ex ex ex ovo
Sing and dance spin prance
spring in trance swing balance
One step from lost lottery
One plot of vocal cajolery
One local stranded coterie
One last handshake for referee
Yet in one dream
in that single scene
I switch to foreign language
when I’m feeling what I mean
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2. |
Casholic
03:03
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Lick lick lick-a-lick-a-lick
Lick lick lick-a-lick-a-lick-a-lick
Cash cash cash cash cash casholic
Treat my money like waste
breathe my money like air
Deaf thief on the street
with fake sheet and doe-eyed creed
Meeting mates on St Nicholas Eve
fleeting from imminent bad trip
Plastic cup of nauseating mead
then she approaches I stumble on my feet
Friend gets rid of homeless dude
I am losing grip
He’s gonna swear he’s behaving rude
I am wondering I am wondering
is she indeed mute
I wanna wear her off my sleeve
I am wondering is she so damn crude
Casholic workaholic shopaholic
foodholic chocoholic alcoholic
Cutting edges like these new frenetic casholics
that’s what you get for growing up workaholic
Feeding teen beggar with muffins in stuffy waiting room
interstate train delayed body boiling soon
Offering groceries to gypsy over the moon
offended by open backpack tipsy back to loon
I won’t brook any dispute
on who took to many youths
Struck by contrastful studs
stuck in opalesque mud
I want to book room in her wound
implying blames and distant hoots
Boosted up in for the coup
eating the same lame instant soup
Shadies of shades
the laziest blade
hair hair hair everywhere
Casholic workaholic shopaholic
foodholic chocoholic alcoholic
Filo como estos nuevos frenéticos casholics
eso es lo que obtienes por crecer adicto al trabajo
Cross atrocious corners of the old continent
Gross loss plus loans and overdrawn contingent
Distressed in the search for fabulous fortune
Mistress‘ moans virgin with tremendous torture
Heterodyne frequency or zero beat
Borderline defensive need for speed
Couple of cute dudes in hoodies
I am down with all them goodies
Melancholic melodies on the loop
catatonic moves of deserted troops
Des tranchants comme ces nouveaux casholiques
c'est ce que vous obtenez
pour un bourreau de travail croissant
Cash cash cash casholic
holic holic ho-ho-ho-holic
ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho
ho-ho-ho-holic
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3. |
Semiochemical
05:13
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Those crooked tracks they carve
Furrows on the crashing hearts
Seemingly comical argh
gimmicks of emitting semiochemicals
Plowing the plains of all the states placid
blowing out of proportion while running on acid
Pensive spirit with predicament of the classic
After feat skeletal muscles turn flaccid
Goosebumps cold sweat high heartrate erect pili
burnt tongue and hot breath from spicy red chilli
Sometimes pride comes lazy like a habit
Take spike in your stride with this crazy debit
Maybe tomorrow I’ll borrow what I nearly owned
like long black hair I’d wished for I’d never grown
Hide and seeks here with few crooks
were scarcely cooked for freaks like me and you
It starts with diffuse tickling sensation
in solar plexus triggering vibrations
You cannot refuse intrusive hard sedation
Youth of the recluse’s staggering incarnation
Thrusts between breasts climbs up the chest
bursts from huge thirst bust formed to nurse
I’m a hot hot arrogant man
Does she meet my commanding and demands
She wears a shirt front side on her back
There is strong consensus we often lack
I shall soften turn tight to loose
open to new dimensions focus on the muse
Underdeveloped bloke at the root
working rough on another breakthrough
Date the dancer claim perseverance
Age like wine wait for the One
Who would teach me how to breathe
Incite right now to take the lead
straighten my shoulders and count the beats
keep receiving the blazing heat
Emanating energy shivering the bone
A little bit of messiness left to play alone
Slow bow to narrow down the intimate zone
Grow from two into one explore the unknown
Crowds can’t cope
and they’ll hopefully forgo
doubts about vows
Shy grey stray mouse
escaping the family house
for the well-known warm hole
Seminal pose loud enough to wow by minimal dose
Intense experience without being exposed
to attractants you identified with the most
extorting the extrasensory response
Fanning the flames of frightening fury
hurled from good hoodlum you nearly buried
It is not me you see it’s him him him
He’s smart to pay daily visits to his favourite gym
to build biceps sixpack get motorbike licence
drag and grab where the grass is green
brag about his private pool for the morning swim
beat biggest rivals in night poker grim
win Friday contest in electroswing
I need a lot of space to cover
guile to disgrace urge to power
Exit realm of emotions’ messy bed
Existence that happened times ago in my head
When most end we initiate
The beginning is the ultimate aim
Helical guilt and elliptic shame
We shall reintroduce our names
Those crooked tracks they carve
Furrows on the crashing hearts
Seemingly comical argh
gimmicks of emitted semiochemicals
Plowing the plains of all the states placid
blowing out of proportion while running on acid
Pensive spirit with predicament of the classic
After feat skeletal muscles turn flaccid
I just can’t anymore
Semiochemical
semiochemical
semiochemical
semiochemical
I struggle to build this life anew
I try to find something worthy to do
On the verge of turning to threats
with renewed uninvited guests
When most end we initiate
The beginning is the ultimate aim
Helical guilt and elliptic shame
We shall reintroduce our names
I need a lot of space to cover
guile to disgrace purge and shower
Exit realm of emotions’ messy bed
Existence that happened times ago in my head
When most end we initiate
The beginning is the ultimate aim
Helical guilt and elliptic shame
We shall reintroduce our names
Guilt and shame grilled in flames
Brilliance and fame villains in vain
Spilled and trashed built and smashed
wills that crash with skills they’re bashed
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4. |
Calandria
02:52
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Find you a figure finer than Heracles
who’ll blind with rigour shiner and miracles
hide deep secrets of therapeutic debauchery
final touches to ditch any gaucherie
Who’ll leave nothing to your imagination
satiate insatiable alleviate indignation
Feel the feet until they bleed
affiliate with the secrets of our breed
tuck up appalling aspects
fly high with every respect
He caught the smell of her intriguing scent
that brought the spell of lure exceeded his fragrance
Submerging to reach for the smirking naiad
lurking behind the birch staying quiet
verging on the limits of healthy diet
circling around the perch of wealthy Sayed
Words so soft and slow
set fire in her wild soul
Wide eyes flash uncontrolled
Red flesh burns black
on the stove
of unconditional love
Wayward warriors scurrilous seniors
meticulous minors all the playboy pirates
Daunting biting dogs high flying hawks
procurers puking cues sporting cool new lewks
Sturdy lads gleam starving for cream
everyone’s dream intriguing when dim
Comb and pocket mirror usually at hand
Checking the face of hero begging that it trends
Sharp shapes of a charming face
quadratic jaw and jocular gaze
eyebrows trimmed physique slim
cunning contours silky skin
Compelling fiend Swede’s killer gag
propelled by the wind at his back
in the milieu that imbues
with smooth variegated hues
Bronze core and massive hands of steel
Strong boss stabbed by her stiletto heels
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5. |
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We only met once
Meaning that you lost me
Within chance
I fell for phenotype of you dude
In the underground New York
I felt I could have found you
It lasted like a week or two
If vast mishap didn’t sneak in me
I wouldn’t have to let you be cool
I swoon when minds gets enamored
and dwells in hazy truce
Soon it gets lazy too
looped and doomed pays its dues
Breaks in waves that I come to be
sometimes A then again B
It takes courage to stand for G
H I am calling thee
Every moment you might be there
and who knows how truth finds the tightest spare
entrance to trace each affair a-affair a-affair
An inadvertent step in a split second you slept
Days that wear on ways of worrying naps
I’m being eaten bit by bit
hit by torrents of incredible heat
shipping off the grid
hurling intrinsic beads
Na na na na na na na na na na na
Reflex arcs in constant clash
deflect streams of fluids splashed
Roses never aroused me
Always in between your spouse bleeds
You plummet like a comet thru the sky
like two conjugated gametes passing by
I’m getting high on carrot juice
chopping roots left with marauder’s bruise
Student in winy shirt with notebook full of sketches
Putting on headphones as he nattily stretches
Curves that turn through nerves and swerve
Into labyrinths of most enthralling worlds
Surrogate photos enfolded by mobile phone’s blur
Black v neck shirt super skinny jeans face mask to hide behind hurt
Human slur turns colder than Arctic ice
Trying to escape the nutty piercing eyes
He’s so thin athletic and clean and full of steam
You’re mean not even a percent of him burbling of sin
Throwing too ideal men into imaginary bin
Anyone touches
Not everyone catches
Only one matches
In the underground New York
New York
New York
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6. |
Woke
03:14
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Prevalent mindset remains
when mood switches with periodicity
it stands there
Constant threat
on the edge of abyss
a boat to unknown
Repetitive tricks
Health at risk
Death is felt to arrive soon
Which is a relative term
Minimal shift
mixes everything
I woke up with your name on my lips
You were smothering me
for the latest slips
I rarely open the windows to widow
Inner scream
I mind not dreaming in shapes
for me they only stem from schemes
Some trees stand tall
some fall without a call
over old meadows
we sell our shadows
It’s only your fault
you didn’t pick
the right moment
for us to click
Now we blend with trend
meant to be landed brands
told to spread salt
over old meadows
Some trees stand tall
some fall without a call
over old meadows
we sell our shadows
La la la la la la
la la la la la la
la la la la la la
la la la la la la
la la la la la la
la la la la la la
la la la la la la
la la la la la la
la la la la la la
la la la la la la
la la la la la la
la la la la la la
Prototype of purity
magnificent glamour
Dally with your Allie
beaten with sledgehammer
Look directly to the sun
hooked on the ideal outline
Lonely late afternoon on the beach
Almost in the nude making the most of it
Sometimes I feel you were merely laughing at me
from the time I had fallen in love with you
What a stupid joke love revokes
If guest’s sight gets overcast and black too
there are still woke friends to turn to
I woke up with your name on my lips
You were smothering me
for the latest slips
I rarely open the vinos too
with oh with scream
I mind not dreaming in shapes
for me they only stem from schemes
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7. |
PM
03:10
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View from private mode
new detailed list
Honorary mentions
clenching fists
Inactivity
remain the one strength
Stay Insafe in the homemade plan
Oh see who dies to hear
Say I crave
let me tell where you will sell
Like do like me
like like I don't
Text me
all the living long
I swore I wouldn't write to you again
I swore not to utter a consonant
I care yet I don't offer hand
score of roarin' disconsolate glam
Space in me
You know it's for you
Me against me
You again you
All the way through
outpaced by rut
neglecting truth
me and you
meee youuu meee youuu
You quite like me
like me like I don't
Quit mixing your underpaid song
You like like me
like me like I don't
Quit mixing your next underpaid song
Like do like me
like I don't
Overplay me with your new song
On the cusp of forgetting
titles of tales each destined for deleting
May tomorrow ask more narrow-minded task
Need to be drawn
to somebody's dawn
Some buddy to know
Body to be owned
Bone by bone
chalk for tone
talc in cone
calling home
At least we can both change
loads of our wordless laughs
evasive and strange
shoot hoes of the upper class
And I gotta know
Summer in the early spring
Salmon shorts silver shoes
Salmon on tongue that sinks
Summon court shiver choose
Tight band tight pants tighter T
the tightest version of the tightest me
Right brand right lens righter V
the rightest person in the brightest sea
Aaaah Aaaah Aaaah Aaaah Turutu Tututu Uhuu Tsss
You quite like me
like me like I don't
Quit mixing your next underpaid song
All the living long
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8. |
Flimsie
03:14
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AAAAAAAAAAAAA
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
Gonna overaccentuate tenets despised
Spice your conk with my song on reprise
C’mon catch a glimpse underneath flimsies
Slim down to thin indecent B-film
Far from glamour far from glory
Glad for bread that fulminating story
Found ground yeah grab one to dress
No pass around old mess on desk
Woman in man awaits
Man in woman stays
Man in woman plays
Woman in man faints
Woman in man paints
Man in woman drains
Man in woman prances
Woman in man dances
Woman in man makes advances
Man in woman takes chances
Man in woman fakes
Woman in man pays
Woman in man prays
Man in woman decays
You know I used to put on white wedding gown
When I wasn’t that much old and bold
And I relished combing my cousin’s coiffure
My clothes are dirty now they don’t fit me anymore
Dry skin is sprinkled with wrinkles skull gets bald
I’m still at school skimpin’ not thinkin’ ‘bout back door
Envision the daring age
when everyone was more than merry
watching out for invading staged machinery
Tawdry wretches talking like the telly
Chopping sketches for the virtual cafilery
Hoppin' bentin' toppin' ventin'
Boppin' steppin' frottin' pettin'
And imagine you were oversharing
Imploring moments of turbulent pairing
Appear behind random nicks on the discussion boards
Thoughts twisting and picking you especially when I’m bored
Ticking clock kitchen talk considerable block
Let the software do the dirty work
Pet them clerks hidden in the loft
Leery peer’s view leader of the hood
Will that cleaves truth vindicator who broods
All by now for sure must have been understood
Sturdy sport’s attitude dissolved in sparkling glass of brut
Like starving sturgeon from the depths
Surgeon that practises on your lovely dad’s head
Calculated deaths come on COD
Porthole to nethermost clots
More than ascertained am I
Crack the code grab the domain
My momentums remain mundane
I mean make your motherf***ing mind up madam
Just plaguy reminder for consideration
Not at all calling you out of desperation
Melting in that gross enamelled pot
Titillating flavours of mocking blokes
Your favourite cock
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9. |
Brains on Train
02:52
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Looking at a girl in black tank top on train
Eating chocolate popsicle chatting to her friends
Sitting in a coupe with chick reading tarot cards
Men in their 30s talk about bad fish salad
Interview of a gay guy studying fashion history
With a sewer apprentice restoring dusty memories
Chic cuts materials items of clothes
Popular in Soviet era shoulder pads hollow
To have you heal my headache for a while
Unexpected encounter wave and smile
Later train after slight rain the wet air I inhale
Bitter bliss I have missed through the toughest pain
Beautiful coincidences re-enacting life
Fully formed folks teach how to survive
Leaving the academy at the beginning of summer
Meeting two tourists teachers of English grammar
One writes down a diary from Dushanbe in Tajikistan
She worked there as a volunteer teaching kids over one year span
Pickwick lady loves laugh with her tricks
Lures mild inspector avoids being checked
Joking that she’s bringing home gold bricks
In her heavy bag from generous Czechs/cheques
To have you heal my headache for a while
Unexpected encounter wave and smile
Later train after slight rain the wet air I inhale
Bitter bliss I have missed through the toughest pain
Beautiful coincidences re-enacting life
Fully formed folks teach how to survive
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10. |
Lawns (To Make Love On)
02:22
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Many many many lawns to make love on
Many many places so close to home
So unbelievable I’ve never been on
This country changes as the year is long
Now I just wanna stop the time
Here on these fields at the end of time
I don’t believe I ever needed anything
Here on these fields the end is mine
Don’t think I ever needed anything else
Don’t think I have to need to sing or love intense
I require nothing from life
I have no single wish
I don’t see the point in reaching further
I wouldn’t mind if you were victim of murder
Nor would I mind if you were the culprit
I am standing right here full of esprit
Many many lawns to make love on
Many many places so close to home
So unbelievable I’ve never been on
This country changes as the year is long
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11. |
Solder
04:10
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Burning holes in our beds
with soldering iron
Kissing for the first time
after watching Baywatch
Breaking slates fallen vase
on family fellow’s forehead
Straightening the rope
when neighbour’s biking
down the road
Learning chores in the household
Knitting dandelion crowns
Talking to each other
like parents before sleep
Shooting videoclips of life
we had wished to keep
Snippets of time
distilled by drops
dissolved in the deep
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12. |
Raw
04:05
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I am trying to connect
trying to connect
connect to you
I have this sentence in mind
and I am trying to act upon truth
There's shit on the road
there is shit in my head
that I want to see through
There's a bit of it
that has hit you
I have hit horns
Silence be better weapon for you
There's sadness in my voice
there's sadness and if I had a choice
Once I had a choice
Once I had boys in these ploys
Rock bottom and I keep going on
I have my voice and I have one choice
Crying on the hill
think about you still
Factories for discoveries
Difficulties to utilize
stories of recoveries
from distorted sceneries
Irreverent and insouciant
sour disgruntled recipient
Dreary disciple weary discipline
Overtly discerns how his discs
are all about discoveries
Why
Why
Disenfranchised and jaded
since late arrivals
they’ve been disintegrated
into two halves separated
Misevaluated
I succumb to lower standards
in them unwelcoming environments
They dare to deserve my attention
If anything notice for retirement
Endless duration relentless curation
Refundable deposit doses of shortened sleep
Ephemeral efforts to clean predecessors’ imprint
Amongst pretty petty items in an old-fashioned flat
Reciprocal skeeze equivocal squeeze
Rotten lemons forgotten demons
Cautionary tales
I observe the lost ones serve
watch the ghost hold the torch
Crown clever to drown mean
In the town that never owned me
In the clothes that never fit me
To the clouds that never lift me
Inquiry into flawed raw meat
Disenfranchised and jaded
since late arrivals
they’ve been disintegrated
into two halves separated
Misevaluated
And every other peace
Place of undeniable bliss
where you strive to get
You’ll soon become hostage of
because it cost your head
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13. |
The Dominant Elegance
06:10
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I was standing on the shore
watching the tide rising
and hearing multiple subdued voices
from underneath the sea
screaming for help
and I considered jumping
in order to save them
But the woman gave me the look
like it would have not helped
and would have meant
being sucked in too
Afterwards I saw two giant waves
coming towards each other
from the right and the left side
When they met
there seemed to be a huge splash
as I began to wake up
Proportion surmounts distortion
Glory from permanent friction
therewithal selective dictions
between imminent restrictions
Beauty chooses imperfection
occurs on the course of affection
inflicted by slender detection
causing explosive perfection
Average in every aspect
makes man the main suspect
Enticer teases with flirty winks
Spicy seasoning angel’s stings
God owed us nothing
but duty to boost this invention
Beauty that chooses imperfection
The dominant elegance of all
has come to take the diligence of our souls
Dominant elegance of all
has come to take the diligence of our souls
Safer to stay silent
Mystery has gone
Not impressed got violent
Sequester to bond
Redefine the beauty
Redesign the world
Recreate our bodies
Remember just joy
Deride at the dirt
Derive from the birth
Do not hamper growth
Pam pa doo da duty boy
Black bird against the bright blue sky flying nearby
Leaves on poplars are starting to take yellow dye
Brown one and black one and a dirty gray one
Three horses gallop in sync along the fenced field
Woman in teal binds fake flowers on the hill
Sun and moon bust bang boom
For a period of time
I opted to treat the decision
like a conscious incision
and look for true boo
blooming in the opposite hue
meanwhile ensuring
in opposite persuasion
through strengthening attraction
to dandy dominant dearie
in the appalling situation
regarding similar restoration
of the same woe
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14. |
Who
03:45
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I like to play you a mysterious boy
who buys and bites to pieces all of your clothes
Displayed online I side with hive
This play on a line assigned to tribe
Arrays aside layers abide
Cocksure salacious guy
Certified bis boyTM
Electrified diss in your DMs
Through regret and pain
through guilt and shame
I’ll go and give it to you
if you yell aloud I can
If it is a kiss or perhaps a touch
Am I missing missing missing much as such
Are you more into crotches crocheted sweatshirts
a sip of Scotch or probably Swiss watches
Does it make you swell there shall be spelled dare
Whatta botch
Poured with a grain of salt
Your washing powder penetrating blots
pertaining to cold old world
covered up by the massive mould
Who wanted to fly so high
so who didn’t remember where you came from
who you were and who you are
Who won’t bring you daily bread
neither dairy supply down your neck
Who is pretty bad in bed
Hullabaloo and that’s about that
Hence potential zest for new instrument left
When she went around nosy she shut creative’s depth
Blind buy EDT soon wears off hair and skin
like declining recipe shared by clones of the same kin
Through regret and pain
through guilt and shame
I’ll go and give it to you
if you yell aloud I can
If it is a kiss or perhaps a touch
Am I am I missing missing much as such
Are you more into crotches crocheted sweatshirt
a sip of Scotch or probably Swiss watches
Does it make you swell there shall be spelled dare
Whatta whatta botch
Poured with a grain of salt
Washing powder penetrating blots
pertaining to cold old world
covered up by the massive mould
I thought higher of you
like you must have done of me too
Now you’re just searching the shit out of it
like I’m always looking for the relief
Who wanted to f*ck so hard
So who who didn’t remember
who you were came from who you are
Who won’t bring you daily bread
neither dairy supply down your neck
Who is pretty bad in bed
Hullabaloo and that’s about that
Bodysurfing in troubled waters
is everything that to him matters
If it is a kiss or perhaps a touch
Is he is he is he missing much as such
Are you more into crotches crocheted sweatshirts
a sip of Scotch or prolly Swiss watches
Does it make you swell there shall be spelled dare
Whatta Whatta Whatta botch otch otch otch
Poured with a grain of salt
Washing powder penetrating blots
pertaining to cold old world
covered up by the massive mould
Who who who
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15. |
VR
02:50
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Copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a
all I see coping with copying till infinity
I see the disappointment in your eye
Track down petty passes on these gracious lies
I watch your continually changing gaze
Convex wall mirror looking at a raging face
I sense with zooming lens of condescension
High expense for engagement in this apprehension
You wanna showcase love in spiritual ritual
Rewrite life according to new instruction manual
Deprived and spent when tried as a set
of collected features assembled by brand
Retrieve little bland land contrivable and grand
Under constant scan raging revenge spam
So I thought maybe we could copy you in kindness
or replace your alignment
A copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a
all I see coping with copying till infinity
I mean after all in distant awe
I have loved a person
with impeccable insta wall
Tried and spent tied when traded for a set features
lost among heaps of unsympathetic creatures
So I thought maybe I could copy you in kindness
or plagiarise your pleasures
paste your splendid taste
make puzzled selves amazed
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16. |
Impair
03:11
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Guess I am leaving the rest for the last
I had lived to give your past the taste
I’m going to see your eggs on the mall
Handful of egos I stole
Appalled yet tall
Every ball I spoiled
Each goal I scored
I grant you it all
the rest but the best
I let roasting on you
but out of my interest
I tell that story to apes
I’ve been recording on tapes
Why be a d*ck when born a p*ssy
If scared to serve will you ever dare
We don’t get it there
You are not sick yet
We never taste our juices
Well breath smells of roses
Breasts beg for tosses
only them cosiest
Cause in our loses
They bluff the fluff
Try to lay them
Close the closest
Close the closest
I am pair we impaired
It is fair you stare
You aim at shame
I inflame the blames
Kiss of freezing breeze
Frames of our debris
Would you please me
Please
It feels strange
to follow up the quest
to figure out how deep
particular fellows rest
embedded in you best
You are the best
My rising your spores
Desire my sore
You are the best
Our zero our door
You can laugh at me if you think you’re right
You resign in lament through the time
I don’t create from lacking
I create from luck
You are cackling
like I’m giving zero f*cks
As love evolves into squadrons of dove
Does it elevate life enough to become rife
Dedication it would crave to add
Those springs from the dead
That good the bad
My husband my wife
You can laugh at me if you think you’re right
You resign in lament through the time
I don’t create from lacking
I create from luck
You are cackling
like I’m giving zero f*cks
As love evolves into squadrons of dove
Does it lie enough to become rife
Dedication it would crave to add
Those springs from the dead
that got the bad
God I’m sorry I worried in the past
Gorgeously groggy my eggs about to blast
Uno dos tres I owe you the best
Uno dos tres still I owe you eggs
Why be a d*ck when born a p*ssy
If scared to serve will you ever dare
We don’t get it there
You are not sick yet
We never taste our juices
I am pair we impaired
It is fair you stare
You aim at shame
I inflame the blames
Kiss of freezing breeze
Frames of our debris
Would you please me
Please
Oh would you please
And the songs you absorb they
They don’t make me appreciate you
appreciate you more
In fact your music tips is what puts me off
as I’m spitting you notes
programming my score
Would you
Would you please
Would you please me
Please
Oh would you please
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17. |
Baltic Bay
02:17
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Magical sunrise in the middle of nowhere
Polish pines and birches on sandy lowlands
Orange pink gray and light blue skies in the morning
Crossing the country from up north down there
Where plains rise trying to reach those limitless skies
while soul gives birth to new worlds radiating life
when it is time for return to homeland paradise
May I cry if hype stays high even after you die
Sun melts on the surface of sea in the Baltic bay
and we float for the first time on its wild waves
Warm water salt on skin and paragons play
clapping games where coast meets conifer lane
Some sit and some lay some visit and some may
I wish I could stay forever but it’s getting too late
Night comes in minutes and lamps lighten the bay
Beacon blinks and sends out upsetting red ray
I want to die here one day if it pays off to pray
but I stood on my chance so I walk barefoot back
to the carpark near night tram on the track
sleep here seems to be served on the silver tray
Heading to new ports and beaches the next day
White swans swim slowly in the navy blue bay
Sea sends heat which hits joggers and dogs astray
Girls in circle do yoga eyeing that man that trains
Some come to visit and some come to lay
some come to sit and some just may
I wish I could stay forever but it gets too late
I wanna die here if it pays to pray
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18. |
Swimming and Dancing
08:01
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Swimming and Dancing Class
I met former swimming coach whose daughter used to swim and he spoke to me and asked me if i can't stretch my arm when swimming crawl and if I had a physical defect so I couldn't straighten it and seize and move forward faster.
I looked upon him a bit confused about what to say as I am always in situations like this, I smiled and claimed that I didn't know. I also said that my problem was that i never saw myself swimming so that I knew (consciously) what I had been doing wrong. Anyways, he came showing me erroneous movement of my arm and consequently the proper technique. We went on talking and as I am writing this, another conversation with a man of similar age on a skilift in a part of my hometown a few days before Christmas or most probably a day before Christmas Eve several years ago popped up in my head and made me realize that those kind of people are the ones I can actually talk to without feeling insecure about verbal outcome because I think they could understand even though I have this initial shyness and indecisiveness about my demeanour and vocal presentation and overall presence in the brief moment of our encounter.
So I continued to talk and spoke about how it takes me longer to learn something like a movement that is not natural to me.
Then he swam to the half of 25m long pool showing me how it is supposed to be done. I pusillanimously tried to follow and clumsily imitated what my mind reasoned as what I had just seen. I crawled only a few times and stopped about 2 metres before trying to ask him a lot and speak without caring about what the otherside which I mostly do in situations like this and end up speaking over the counterpart and eventually muting down. However, I wanted to explain him that to learn something properly I need to know exactly what I am doing. How typical of me. I never need to be told what I am supposed to do.
I demonstrated him my arm movement in slow motion and upon my request he did the comparison of my wrong with his right technique. We talked again and he said that his impression of my swimming was that I was spastic. He alikened this phenomenon to dancing and ranted about his few friends who were dancing and swimming analphabets but execelled in other areas which sounded to me like a necessary platitude he had to utter to apologize their incompetence and probably aiming at my swimming impotence as well.
It surprised me that he used dancing as a parable because I had just finished one month long standard dancing course at a boat and a lady significantly older than me just joined on my last lesson and she begged me to come again next week to be her partner and bring my collegue, too (for her girlfriend). I diffidently smiled first at the instructor who I was about to miss the most and at her knowing it was not gonna happen 'cause of the money or akwardness of the fact that I would have been attending the same lessons once again. The repetition would have not been the problem for me at all but I would be ashamed for the teacher seeing me again when he was the one who told the lady that it was the end of the course for me. We finished that private lesson as it was called by him at the beginning and by the way the day after I got a haircut on the full moon on my two close girlfriends' nameday, which was a week before this lesson, he cancelled it due to some issues with his bus the previous week. The lady caught the info and intactfully first asked about him not driving the car. He said he was just having his driving lessons and then she escalated the cockiness by saying that she thought he was older.
He exhibited his insulted self in a manner which people easily attribute to men like him, a bewildering behaviour so extra and intriguing to be liked by someone like me.
He taught us jive and tango which I struggled with the most out of all the dances we had learnt up to then and we repeted waltz and Viennese waltz which I did the best in reciprocation, I guess...
My whole life up to now had seemed one never-ending spasm. It took me aback that he said that as did my cousin and I am sure some other people too, in different connotations obviously. So this is who I had been living w̶i̶t̶h̶ for 27 years and maybe half of those ages I had been cramped from within, inside out addled.
We did one more round. He was about to say goodbye and told me to practice so that when he meets me there in a year I would know it by then. I immediately mentioned I was not from there, he replied he was neither but his father was born in that town. He said he was about to leave so I wished him well what felt like I almost did it in a rush. I stayed for some 10 minutes more until the lifeguard whisled me away from the swimming pool, looking nervously even though it was still 30 minutes before the closing time for the noon break.
As I went to the showers I stopped to do a little stretching and as I lifted my head I saw the man looking at me like teachers sometimes do at pupils they care about. I mixed that look in my mind with something else less healthy and honoured and felt quite uncomfortably timid.
I quickly slipped under the shower and switched off the human processor for a minute
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