Piss River
aren’t you feeling a little lost
in these times that we live in
can you get that
or
is your mind
stuck with western questions
about where will you be in the future
stuck forever in your teenage spaceship
you wake up and you’ve got a woman now
who wants you to come on home
you don’t love her and ask yourself
„what are the fruits of my labor?“
like some strange rain of doubt is coming over you
what comes after certainty
when you followed a path that has been written for you
can you come to the conclusion
all alone
that you are able to let the bound dissolving
i wish you good luck
and send you an anemone
and wish to you, even if you don’t know where or when
that you’ll find a way
every single time i dream
i wake up and realize that nobody gets what they want anymore
except those few who take
while the rest suffers
i stood by the sea every day
sundown, sundown, i screamed
all the time
they called me the boy with the sun song
wading in waist-high water
waiting for the waves to take him
in god’s childlike hands
in Glimpses of a moment
everybody dies
the moment mr. sun decided to stop
shining on our world
In my head
i dance to the ballad of dorothy parker
In the end the only right i had left, was the right to remain silent
silent about their lies and deception
they were wrong about the rain they were creating
descending from the dark sky
filling our bodies With the B and O Blues
Pepople in L.A were the first to lose their precious sight
and even if the rain stopped
the smoldering fire of the forests
people lost themselves
being blind in the chaos
I hid in a blue motel room
because it was to hard to say goodbye
to all these people
crazy, stoned and now gone
I can’t hold on to everything i lost
My sorrow became our Love’s Refrain
Deep down i know there’s no answer without you
and still
I aint cried yet
all this is just a nostalgic montage
but don’t get me wrong; there is no time for finding peace yet
not while these self called nobles are taking what is left of the world
I try not to feel dizzy from the effects of the rain
sometimes the memory comes back when you asked me if it is cold in the water
I told you the cold is just another sensation
just focus on your mantra and breathe
like you did when you danced to the music
is god my love or dead
because life will end like any other study
Remember our rides through the morning
we drove through town by franklin’s tower
you smelled like the perfume you used to wear
rose rouge
it was a day in november
cold , grey and born to be blue
the sky was bright and white
we were driving for a day or two
all i did was just for you
i mean, who’s gonna save the world
when the human being has lost all his sense
he forgot the heart of things
the times we he still carried the water from the well and spring
in the times where the self was still connected to the I
in the the thoughts in my mind
i have had a conversation with them
that someday they will stop thinking only about a visit to croatia and wearing coco chanel dresses
but its too late
now they are gone
and I look in the sky and observe Jupiter
Thats’s O.K.
for a moment i forget about my sandy toes
just a further look at loss
like not wearing shoes
As the world down here comes to an end
I know you are in a hyper sleep on the spaceship dreaming of discovering new worlds
Remember even if i die down here
alone
I love till the end
the road of the lonely ones has began
where just a leap of cheap whiskey’s 70’s Rie is left
dry and lost in a lonely world
where i can’t go to sleep
and Peter Pan stands at my window
at the morning sunrise
to shoot his arrow through my heart
thats no surprise
so during the night i shovel moonlight into my eyes
and built new faith made of silk
thinking back of my friend the Forest
where the sunshine was still warm on love from above
now, only the deep shadows of the blue mountain leave me in the dark
oh, lovely appearance of death
soon never comes
never comes back
Is there a chance to get well?
how i loved to dream and dreamed to love?
We won’t be home anymore
and the end will come and leave our shine at the shore
faded till the saturday morning doze of the crows
I guess it’s time to say faretheewell
time to find your wings
and leave for good
one last time i think about how you make me weak at the knees
before you said goodbye
Even if they are blinded by those lies
we should show them love
and sing a warm canto wihtin our hearts
because we do not want to go down on the level of those blinded minds
i can feel it; it’s my time to be enumerating the truths
and resolve their puzzles of lies
if you talk to me you’ll understand
This restless song flows trough my whole being
like a perfume of the stars
short and sweet
it also burns like acid in my stomach
as the world turns dark
people see me just as their art school crush
while i’m out hustling, living the street dreams
they get paid for pretending to be alive
by mama and papa
fuck ya
I think about how you said „i Love you“
and the words go trough me like a summer breeze
but my mind is somewhere else
I feel the lies too much that trouble our hearts
so i sing because the blues remembers everything the country forgot
And one night thousands of shooting stars will light the darkness
in the morning we will be able to look into a new sky
But be sure you will always be by my side
my beautiful black woman my queen
the cabin days we spend on the moon drifting through space
your are my space time girl
even if everything else fades
our love galaxy prevails
We escaped from Babylon
no one should have that kind of Power over our minds
perhaps a super nova
now, we let it happen
running through the red dust of the desert
with that bittersweet taste in our mouths
you know, i’ll be around
and find that antidote for their poison
which made us feel falaise from the inside
and gave us that metallic taste
don’t worry i will catch your tears
remember it’s always like i loved you
they will send an automatic driver to find us
to destroy our love
so we will have to go through deep changes
to be able to live trough the day without a sundown syndrome
we will find an empty beach
you will call me Helmut from now
I know it needs your imagination
but i will go on my knees to protect you from their air forces
I become a pusher of broken finger blues
And in case they take you away
you will receive a strawberry letter 23 one day
brought by a man named Bewyy
and even after decades
i will come and find you again
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