Lots of things are happening
sometimes too fast
Now is midnight in London
Quite a few lately
like that one in Camden
Amy carved in stone
I never liked her but
others did so maybe she
was worth it
I almost saw her alive once
she couldn't make it so
Suede took her place
and I wasn't even there
hey listen you may know this
there once was this girl
I really dated and maybe liked
not like the million of
others I never dated.
Very shortly after us
she said that they were friends
(she and Amy)
somewhere in Germany
I didn't believe it but
I told my friends and
they laughed at me so
I quit seeing them
the same I always do
with whoever dares to breath
I was on my own for a few years
until I met these other gang
bunch of scum
best pals in town
my dearest friends ever
at least for a while
then I liked a girl of the gang
and I had to run away
too painful
so it all came to pieces
real things belong to Earth
and the ground is too hard
so they break
reality is too close to the floor
and maybe it works, you know
for all of them
or they know how to bear with it
but as I may have said several times
I have never been good at
understanding things
so school and work were, huh,
a bit too much difficult
even now
even if I have where to.
Still midnight in London
great things happened here
but not now and not to us
not the right time
nightime doesn't suit us
if anything does
somehow I got the feeling
it wouldn't be even in the 70s
it wouldn't work for us
not even back then
this damned seal of mediocrity
no wonder where it came from
a matter of family
you only have to see us
the poor, the posh, new working class
heroes of nowhere
only happy about money
only language we use
best power ever
we complain when it is gone
soon we double it
it ends again and back to start
so we are rich and poor
and rich again
and we talk, we do
as if we were something
intelligent, cult, postmodern shit
we know shit
best places where to eat
rest of them are trash
suitable only for trash people
even if we walk among them
but we are so clever
and they are so stupid
you are welcome to join
our gang of chosen ones
we'll laugh at your jokes
and lick your bones
while we eat you alive
and we'll understand you
the way we do that
not caring about your feelings
we'll explain them to you
make them simple and then
we'll tell our elders about you
elders feed with words about others
greedy about words
that put you down
best food for us
you are so stupid
come walk among us
fucking chosen ones
I fucking hate them
I fucking hate people
I desire them to die
just before me because
I want their money so
I'll be able to give up my job
it is a terrible thing to do
waking up early
suitable only for suckers and dogs
and family tourism
and stupid family matters
and the horrible weddings
only stupids marry
so they can invite stupid guests
waste all the money
I won't be a guest again
I don't give a fuck about people
so read the title again
this is not about you
because I know why are you here
I know shit, OK?
You have been guided here
like sea men to Limnades
the sea monster who
imitated voices of
mariner's beloved ones
had to look their faces
eyes full of such a terrible love
absolut and heartbreaking
while Kasa eated them alive
they never felt so alive
I felt like that just once
you know exactly when
there was a park and no river
when you planed Limnades with me
you had that very face
sweet blonde nymphet angel
what could go wrong
*hysterical laughter*
... well, as I said
this is not about you
this is how you made me feel
all the way around
morning of August 30th
all the days are that day
and not so long ago
here was always 1973
music was really something
all brits were fine
fuck the brits now
every single fuck of them
give me irish pals
feed me with scot's blood
bury me at the castle of Edinburgh
you know?
I got to Belfast with you
travelling along all the time
your feet had to hurt
of walking all these miles
up and down my mind
I may play Limnades with you
to see if it leads your path
rhyme -nevermind-
anyway it's all lost
you can't get here now
you can't go back home now
I keep saying that
I did all UK and Ireland
trying to scape from you
you sea monsters
stupid me, see
I ran into islands!
I believed I had run very far
far away from you
your arms couldn't reach me there
here no one reachs
I ran too far I thought I was
flying towards the sun but
I was just a mere monkey
crawling in your palm
like I kneel before you know
no wings to burn
I desire you to burn me
and torture me 'til death
I was hiding in Galway
West coast of Ireland
best place ever
girls are mighty there
beautiful songs and beer
somewhere called Spanish Arch
a girl got the guitar and she
sang tenderly 'Jolene'
'Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Joleeeee-ne
'am beggin' you, please don't take my maaaaa-an'
and it bringed you back
such a special ability
to always know where to find me
even after buring you in Les amis solitaires
and some other shit
all along this blog
that means to be read
I sealed your death
in the lips of others
a few nice girls
some nasty other ones
all of them interesting times
well, you may got the worst part
it's what we do so
can't help it
nothing never really works
so better go for another round, right?
Look at me, I won't be 35
let's try one last time
after all this is not about you
it's about what you are to me
Kathia fucking Cooper
fire o' my loins
you little shit
London, 5/8/15
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