Thursday, March 29, 2007

The luxury of a Grave

on day zero my mother was expecting... the worst
and out of my father's ass i was born, feet first

"oh, no"

the most horrendous piece of feces ever forced
to be disposed of is what i was created for

oh, no... (i'm sorry that i was born!) ...so wrong!

when death releases you from me
just dump my foul remains on some near-by field
- i don't deserve a grave
when you finally get rid of me
just let my corpse decay... unburied
- i do not deserve the luxury of a grave

my worthlessness is something there is no doubt of:
- i am a waste of the filth i was made out of

how low... (i'm sorry i'm still alive!) ...can i go?!

when death releases you from me
just dump my foul remains on some near-by field
- i don't deserve a grave
when you finally get rid of me
just let my corpse decay... unburied
- i do not deserve the luxury...

oh, no... a coffin would be way too nice
oh, no... a see-through plastic bag will do just fine

when death releases you from me
just dump my foul remains on some near-by field
- i don't deserve a grave
when you finally get rid of me
just let my corpse decay... unburied
- i do not deserve the luxury of a grave

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Riders on the Storm

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house were born
Into this world were thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan
Riders on the storm

Theres a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If ya give this man a ride
Sweet memory will die
Killer on the road, yeah

Girl ya gotta love your man
Girl ya gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you depends
Our life will never end
Gotta love your man, yeah

Wow!

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house were born
Into this world were thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out alone
Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

That's why....

"Though the favorites of the gods die young, they also live eternally in the company of gods."

-- Fredrich Nietzsche, The Birth of Tragedy

An American Prayer

do you know the warm progress under the stars?
do you know we exist?
have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom
have you been born yet and are you alive?
let’s reinvent the gods, all the myths of ages
celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
(have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war?)
we need great golden copulations
the fathers are cackling in trees of the forest
our mother is dead in the sea
do you know we are being lead to slaughters by placid admirals?
and that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood
do you know we are ruled by tv?
the moon is a dry blood beast
guerrilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine
amassing for warfare and innocent herdsmen who are just dying
o great creator of being
grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives
the moths and atheists are doubly divine and dying
we live, we die and death not ends it…
journey we more into the nightmare
cling to life, our passion’d flower
cling to cunts and cocks of despair
we got our final vision by clap
columbus’ groin got filed w/ green death
(i touched her thigh and death smiled)
we have assembled inside this ancient and insane theatre to propagate our lost life
and flee the swarming wisdom of the streets
the barns are stormed, the windows kept and only one of all the rest
to dance and save us
w/ the divine mockery of words
music inflames temperament
(when the true king’s murderers are allowed to roam free, a 1000 magicians arise in the land)
where are the feats we were promised?
where is the wine, the new wine (dying on the vine)
resident mockery
give us an hour for magic
we of the purple glove
we of the starling flight and velvet hour
we of arabic pleasure’s breed
we of sundome and the night
give us a creed to believe a night of lust
give us trust in the night
give of color hundred hues a rich mandala
for me and you
and for your silky pillowed house
a head, wisdom and a bed
troubled decree
resident mockery has claimed thee
we used to believe in the good old days
we still receive in little ways
the things of kindness and unsporting brow
forget and allow
did you know freedom exists in a schoolbook?
did you know madmen are running our prison?
w/ in a jail, w/ goal, w/in a white free protestant maelstrom
we are perched headlong on the edge of boredom
we are reaching for death on the end of a candle
we are trying for something that has already found us
wow, i’m sick of doubt
living the light of certain south
cruel bindings
the servants have the power
dog-men and their mean women
pulling poor blankets over our sailors
i’m sick of dour faces staring at me from the tv
tower i want roses in my garden bower; dig?
royal babies and rubies must now replace aborted
strangers in the mud
this mutants, blood-meal for the plant that’s plowed
they are waiting to take us into the severed garden
do you know how pale and wanton thrillful comes that on the strange hour?
announced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you’ve brought to bed
death makes angels of us all
and gives us wings where we had shoulders
smooth as the raven’s claws
no more money, no more fancy dress
this other kingdom seems by far the best
until it’s other jaw reveals incest
and loose obedience to a vegetable law.
i will not go-
prefer a feast of friends
to the giant family…

Monday, March 19, 2007

Dyers Eve

annecigim
babacigim
bana nasil bir cehennem yaşattiniz böyle?
inanan
kandiran
gün be gün sizdiniz yasamimi yönlendiren
neyin dogru neyin yanlis oldugu dayatildi bana
gizlendim yaşam denilen şeyden
annecigim
babacigim
düşündüğüm hicbir seyi onaylamadiniz
müdür
diktadör
her hareketimi kisitlardiniz
cocuklari gorur ama dinlemezdiniz
icimdeki tüm ilhami söküp cikardiniz
masumiyet
sokulup alindi benden korumanız olmayinca
hapsedilmis gerceklik
körlemesine yasiyorum
annecigim
babacigim
zaman geriye kalanlari dondurdu
hicbir sey isitme
hicbir sey söyleme
kendi adima dusundugum gercekligini kabullenemediniz
yasamda garantiye yer yok
ama sansimi kullanmama izin vermediginiz icin lanet olsun size
annecigim
babacigim
daha ucmayi orenmeden kanatlarimi kestiniz
kirletilmemis
konusulmayan
bu lanet olasi ninni icin fazla buyudum
sizden isittigim hep ayi seydi
soyledigimi yap yaptigimi yapma
masumluk
sokulup alindi benden korumanız olmayinca
hapsedilmis gerceklik
korlemesine yasiyorum
sizsiz cehennemdeyim
ikiniz olmadan uyum saglayamiyorum
gordugum dunya karsisinda şoka ugruyorum
masum bir kurbanim nolur kurtarin beni
annecigim
babacigim
benim icin yarattiginiz dunyada saklandim
kiziyorum, kaniyorum
icimdeki hic iyilesmeyen yaralari aciyorum
size olan kinim hic olmeyecek
hep haberdar oldugunuz bu cehennemde yasarken.


kaynak: http://sozluk.sourtimes.org/show.asp?id=7490566

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Love Child(!)

Everyone is telling me that he was born as a love child
By looking in his eyes something turned me lose in his hot
nights
Feeling the power of lost when the guy's passing by
Wrecking one's brain and I'm going insane don't know why
I can feel your sex winding up the girl in the red dress
And my brain is gone, what is going on, I'm burning inside
Feeling the power of lost when the guy's passing by
Wrecking one's brain and I'm going insane don't know why
A love child, running wild a love child
A love child, running wild a love child - love child
I gotta tell myself that he was born as a love child
And the story of his way should not make me stay in the hot
night
Feeling the power of lost when the guy's passing by
Wrecking one's brain and I'm going insane don't know why
A love child, running wild a love child
A love child, running wild a love child - love child
Don't know what I am
A woman or a man
Many troubles behind me
I'm doing all I can
But I'm what I am
Leave me alone - don't mistreat me
Feeling the power of lost when the guy's passing by
Wrecking one's brain and I'm going insane don't know why
A love child, running wild a love child

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Gutter Ballet

bir ba$ka uykusuz gece
bir cennet betonlardan
sicakta ciglik atan sirenler
neonlar goz alici
soytari ic cekerken
ayaklarinin altindaki dunyaya (bakip)

bu bir sokak oyunu
bir vah$i hayvan gosterisi
orkestra hala caliyor
karanlik ve yalniz bir gecede
uzaklarda solan bir i$iga

bicaklariyla dengelenmi$
hayatlarin kucuk kisimlari
garip bir gerceklik
unicorn'u oldur
boynuzunu ele gecirmek icin
(ne de olsa) o bir hayal urunu


soytari seyircileri selamliyor,
ve kalabaligin arasina kari$iyor
oyuncular yok olup giderken
yas tutacak bir ölüm daha
dogan bir cocuk daha
oyunda yeni bir bölüm daha

kaynak: http://sozluk.sourtimes.org/show.asp?id=6502012

Family Tree

forgotten things remembered
the tigers eat their young
the body stayed but inside the head
the mind was on the run
a conspiracy of silence
the only way out of pain
is turn around, run through it man
too wet to come in from the rain,
tell them...

i know they were doing it to you
but don't try doing it to me

let me show you, how i love you
it's our secret, you and me
but keep it in the family tree
the secret of the family tree

when you hear them saying "trust me"
don't wait to see what's next
thrown to the wolves
forever trusting
raised in a form of living hell
sing a one note song of rage
live and die within your heart
so beware in the shadows

your family tree waits in the dark
i say...

Monday, March 12, 2007

People Are Strange...



People are strange when youre a stranger
Faces look ugly when youre alone
Women seem wicked when youre unwanted
Streets are uneven when youre down
When youre strange
Faces come out of the rain
When youre strange
No one remembers your name
When youre strange
People are strange when youre a stranger
Faces look ugly when youre alone
Women seem wicked when youre unwanted
Streets are uneven when youre down
When youre strange
Faces come out of the rain
When youre strange
No one remembers your name
When youre strange
When youre strange
Faces come out of the rain
When youre strange
No one remembers your name
When youre strange

Moondance

Well, its a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
neath the cover of october skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And Im trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
And all the nights magic seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush


Can I just have one a more moondance with you, my love
Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love

Well, I wanna make love to you tonight
I cant wait til the morning has come
And I know that the time is just right
And straight into my arms you will run
And when you come my heart will be waiting
To make sure that youre never alone
There and then all my dreams will come true, dear
There and then I will make you my own
And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside
And I know how much you want me that you cant hide


One more moondance with you in the moonlight
On a magic night
La, la, la, la in the moonlight
On a magic night
Cant I just have one more dance with you my love

Monday, March 5, 2007

Black Roses


I was addicted to his smile
so much temptation in his eyes
I love the way he touched me
his beauty made me weak
he gave me so much pleasures
he promised everything
I know that he was lying
but I can't resist

I'm searching in the darkness
for my love he disapeared
he left me without answers
I know he will not return
the night is full of roses
black roses in my heart
I was to weak to follow him
now everything falls apart

I was addicted to his smile
so much temptation in his eyes
I love the way he touched me
his beauty made me weak
he gave me so much pleasures
he promised everything
I know that he was lying
but I can't resist

I'm to weak to carry on
I leave the world
there's nothing wrong
I have to pay the price for love
black roses in my heart
I choose the way into the night
I never saw the light
but now it's shining like the stars
I wanna close my eyes