Lyrics

Zugzwang

Over

What a turn-on
Passing over

Sore faking god

Just a glance
And the taste will go
Freeze and smell that reek
Wake up
It’s either be and talk
Or turn right here

Over
Over
Sailings

Groans
Plains
Bleak
And saving
Then be gone
Untouched by answers
The breath is swaying
The body is waiting
There on a sailing through sands
Did you write this song of forever?
You’re gone and you've answered your prayers
The rise of courage is here

Bees
And a touch in the heat
Now is that what your freed?
And your blaming of waiting
I know I am sailing to woe

Firm stand
On the line and your days are blown off
Then go to the saint
Who’ll confess to your fate
Birth and waiting and praying and dirt
Will come surely
Now that sails are all bare
Our lives will be spared for now
And again
And the truth that you waived
And the loner you hailed
And the bell that you face
The bell that awaits
Then crawl by the stairs
Home by the lake
And still you're lazy
Lazy
There on the lake
Round the beckoning flame
Through the waters that ache
For the traitor you became
And you burn down the luckiest day of your life

And so
The pain in the hole
The crumbling of stones
And the cracking of rocks
And burning the pagans
The burn you're awaiting
You go and you melt
On the brink of your craving
And lay
On the side that will be life of the day
Only then

Away
Don’t say you bother
The pace will slow down
And the body will smother
And save all the rave and freezing of time
And pray
And for the sake of it's over
The time will go slower
As we touch and go
And the pity you saved
And the truth that you waived
And the bell that you face
The bell that awaits
And again
Fall
You’ll bow and lower
The river will flow and the distance will shorten
And then
The sign of the north
The walk back and forth
And sleep will arise and awake
Nay I

Blow the house down
Shut the door and storm in
Flush the nights down
And crawl right back to the barbed wire

Burn the tree down
Spread the ash and chase the ocean call
And fall rise

For the eyes
For the burdens
And for the cages we all grow
Nay II

Oh so sober now
Now you observe
How they creep and scrape their skin
Old tissue cells
Their silent smell
Feel their bones
Drop face down
Grey gob
Teeth gnash
Blunt stroke
And burn

The one thing you already know
That’s dragging you to and fro
When distinction turns into extinction
Believe it’s time for you to go
Cascando

(by Samuel Beckett)

1
Why not merely the despaired of
Occasion of
Wordshed

Is it not better abort than be barren

The hours after you are gone are so leaden
They will always start dragging too soon
The grapples clawing blindly the bed of want
Bringing up the bones the old loves
Sockets filled once with eyes like yours
All always is it better too soon than never
The black want splashing their faces
Saying again nine days never floated the loved
Nor nine months
Nor nine lives

2
Saying again
If you do not teach me I shall not learn
Saying again there is a last
Even of last times
Last times of begging
Last times of loving
Of knowing not knowing pretending
A last even of last times of saying
If you do not love me I shall not be loved
If I do not love you I shall not love

The churn of stale words in the heart again
Love love love thud of the old plunger
Pestling the unalterable
Whey of words

Terrified again
Of not loving
Of loving and not you
Of being loved and not by you
Of knowing not knowing pretending
Pretending

I and all the others that will love you
If they love you

3
Unless they love you
Un Lac

I can’t give in tonight
Can’t tell…
I must not saw off the branch
On which I am sitting
I can’t give in today

I can’t give in tonight
The ball of lice in the hay
Hazy
Hazy
Hazy

I can’t stand in this light that
Just now and then never
And I shall force it to be like
To be like an endeavor again
Can’t give in tonight
To kneel and to sever
To lay
And love in a way
That settles the lie
The lie that it’s hurting again
The lie that it’s going to fade
The lie that it’s going forward
The lie that it’s coming today

I can’t give in so sober
With no fear whatsoever
I can’t give in tonight

Way to persist
Way to burn
Way to fade out
Way to go
Clay and order
Clay and order
Clay and order
Zugzwang

Had it been another night one would certainly fall for this decoy. But this time it’s something different. The whole uproar lasts just for a blink of an eye. A greasy fluid briefly drops on the table and the only thing unveiled in this motion is the ever-present aftertaste. The old terrifying scheme of pity implodes. The subtlety of grey flushes all this fuckery down, destroying the vulgarity of roots which run too deep. Now is tomorrow and tomorrow is never. And the streets SHOULD be this empty.

Had it been another night one would certainly fall for this decoy. Blunt repulsion and the shameful view outside the window. The streets crawling with gals so beautiful. Groins, glands, benches and secretas through springs and falls. Scapegoats and mockery. Yes, these were the good times. But now I’m fucked.

‘Cause what is there to do when there is a face under your skin? What is there to do when the streams start to spiral? And what is there to do when the morns are even colder than the nights?
Courtship

Rise and walk
Call it over
Call it over

Rise and walk
Hear her pray:
“Come silence
Iron and golden”

All this aftertaste

And all these gleams
Eyes aglow
Bound to fall
Far too low
One more word and one hand saw
It’s in those smiles where
All this aftertaste revolves

Weep at night, let fall
Down then
Come and crawl
Turn to me
And sprawl

You’re broke
You’ve breached the light
You’ve fallen
You’re creepy, ruled and worn

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