
Meet me weekly at the replay
in a small place far away,
Full of sorrow (and) tainted
by sensation of frustration
I am watching from the corner ,
trapped in that room again,
faced to a minor performance
claiming to be the truth
and nothing but…
improvised apologies,
actualy frightning, though I cannot see
what you see and feel and notice,
I´m afraid I might not fit
into this corner here anymore
Do you understand ? (Don´t you understand ?)
Even though, they say I suppose,
you might not, understand that
we ´re just hiding from sharing
a room and a dream that is (…)
mostly invisible but
obvious there is space for
constant joy and obsession
and what do you feel, slightly
abused or confused about fakes
and projections from my side,
we should talk, about the things,
allthough I think there is noone
listening to me, it seems (that)
we are all faceless refletions
Does it frighten you babe ? (Doesn´t it frighten you ?)
Imagine the mad machine
keep´s on running half on steam
as it seems, but as I can see,
below the surface of that circus,
there is something serious,
set out to be unreal shapes,
(a) kind of rotten potatoes,
and all the potentialities
to stand out against ignorance,
refusals and forgetfulness
pentagramms and cowardice,
the pussyfoots and martyrs,
by the way, we are all in here
in need of playing and relief
Do you agree with me ? (Don´t you agree ?)
Indifference is filling up
black holes of restatements
squeezing out problems to concern
about instant fiction(s)
considering essential
domnation (is) tragically
blowin´up intolerance
around here it is secretly
increasing all the small things
left to do, to be, us and you
should join the one´s in the maze
killing the demons and the gloom
let´s make it together, let us make it !
(…)
Are you scared (tired) of it ? (Aren´t you scared ?)
Maybe it´s just to much
flower-power generated
on trip into all kinds of
that psychedelic glow
and things like that may be not
the current way to feed the needs
no ! coffee and cosmic and
smoking and nothing but talk
finaly, what do you think,
the truth is not the truth,
is not the same apparently
not permant real in here,
I regret it´s all phantasy
Does it bother you, babe ? ( Doesn´t it bother you, babe ?)
oO