piątek, 30 listopada 2012

Words of Hatred (complete?)




Words of hatred every day:
Love thy neighbour but only if he's gay
Don't be proud of who you are
Unless your parents came from far

Words of hatred every day
Limit things that we should say
Past is by-gones, let them sleep
They'll tell you what memories to keep
Don't stand by yourself, unless
You're a hater, better join the nets
Words of hatred everywhere
Stand in line, behave, beware

Words of hatred every day:
Love thy neighbour but only if he's gay
Don't be proud of who you are
Unless your parents came from far


We've been given a freedom of speech?
The old walls we used to breach
See, they've risen once again
When you criticize you hate
Just enjoy your flat TV
Clap your hands and down your knee
Words of hatred any more
Won't be in your private store

And only in the most savage mind of yours
Will you make out the right course
Time you stopped being manipulated....

Words of hatred every day:
Love thy neighbour but only if he's gay
Don't be proud of who you are
Unless your parents came from far




wtorek, 27 listopada 2012

Words of Hatred

Words of hatred every day:
Love thy neighbour but only if he's gay
Don't be proud of who you are
Unless your parents came from far

Words of hatred every day
Limit things that we should say
Past is by-gones, let them sleep
They'll tell you what memories to keep
Don't stand by yourself, unless
You're a hater, better join the nets
Words of hatred everywhere
Stand in line, behave, beware

Words of hatred every day:
Love thy neighbour but only if he's gay
Don't be proud of who you are
Unless your parents came from far

to be cont....

poniedziałek, 12 listopada 2012

Somewhere in the Forest (song 2)



Sour winds more bitter than memory
Catching the thoughts in icicles
Sour winds more bitter than memory
Catching the thoughts in icicles
Are we at all sorry?

By the stone wartime grave, I know
Thou art my burden though you bestow 

Yet I will never stop being proud
To live in this country, my vow

Trees wrinkled with time
Or maybe bullets are still looking for their way out
Of the forest
Way out of the forest, no doubt
The fault is not mine

By the stone wartime grave, I know
Thou art my burden though you bestow 

Yet I will never stop being proud
To live in this country, my vow


Forgive the others, forgive yourself
Your troop is far away
Forgive the others, forgive yourself
Your troop is far away, a confusion
Your country's a distant illusion

Winds will melt diamond tears
Do windmills care which state they grind in?
Scattered stones scar the slopes
But no-one clears the moss
In the cosmo-inn

Under the starred blue sky
We're children of the void

By the stone wartime grave, I know
Thou art my burden though you bestow 

Yet I will never stop being proud
To live in this country, my vow

piątek, 9 listopada 2012

nocturnal





and what really binds us
is this furry bundle on the duvet
as long as it keeps breathing
our world will keep up
to the notion it's all but brevet
and will end up void-sniffing
...or snuffing


and if the world starts turning
backwards forwards in a fortnight
and matter will become will
will it matter?
as long as the downy link
exists