I was born and raised in a river culture, and from 1978 to 1983 watched Dunderklumpen on a weekly basis.
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A river whisks you away
to unknown places surreal
It´s just a dream but so real
Your dream so you´re the bereaved!
2011/10/02
My Ex-Post-Facto
Bless that old off-color publication
Bless your looks the night in question
You the impostor born elusive
And I… I was only being lucid
(Yet) I could sense your sense of suffocation
Oh shameless palace of perplexion
You were to blame for leaving
Or maybe not, cause I was leafing
You´d revamp me in the mornings
Till I played the fool one evening
You´re my ex-post-facto.
Bless your looks the night in question
You the impostor born elusive
And I… I was only being lucid
(Yet) I could sense your sense of suffocation
Oh shameless palace of perplexion
You were to blame for leaving
Or maybe not, cause I was leafing
You´d revamp me in the mornings
Till I played the fool one evening
You´re my ex-post-facto.
Drownout
all these damn calluses
in the wrong surfaces
give me the slightest of doubts
struck on a featherbed
absent and lighthearted
as I return from improbable routes
in the wrong surfaces
give me the slightest of doubts
struck on a featherbed
absent and lighthearted
as I return from improbable routes
Pas de deux
She was melancholy
He was male and colic
They would sit and bicker
Over tunes from Mellon Collie
He was male and colic
They would sit and bicker
Over tunes from Mellon Collie
Improbable Delivery
Amazing little thread that threads me
Do you know that I´m blindfolded
Pity take and pity give me
Here´s my prayer, now unfold it
Please excuse my lazy slumber
Please ignore my flightless saunter
Please believe my sorry puzzles
Please install my Amadeus
Please delay the crazy schedule
And insinuate my fortune
Do you know that I´m blindfolded
Pity take and pity give me
Here´s my prayer, now unfold it
Please excuse my lazy slumber
Please ignore my flightless saunter
Please believe my sorry puzzles
Please install my Amadeus
Please delay the crazy schedule
And insinuate my fortune
Hall Mark
She was that ancient beauty
hanging on the family wall
you´d think passing beside her
She was giving you a call
hanging on the family wall
you´d think passing beside her
She was giving you a call
No Refund
A Bm E
Exquisite aging gets forgiven every
F#
time
Dm G F#
I wish I could assure my poor soul
B
she´ll be fine…
Repeat 10 times and stop
PS special video, courtesy from the future
version of No Refund recorded feb 17th 2012
Exquisite aging gets forgiven every
F#
time
Dm G F#
I wish I could assure my poor soul
B
she´ll be fine…
Repeat 10 times and stop
PS special video, courtesy from the future
version of No Refund recorded feb 17th 2012
The Reasoning Song
Now why wouldn´t you
Wanna be like me?
I do as I do
I do as I please
I make you believe
Kind of slantwise if you will
Now why wouldn´t I
One like me wanna be
I think I can fly
No matter your tease
I bet you don´t see
How ridiculous you all are
Maybe you see through my eyes
maybe you see through my guise
maybe you see me beyond
my soon impending demise
Wanna be like me?
I do as I do
I do as I please
I make you believe
Kind of slantwise if you will
Now why wouldn´t I
One like me wanna be
I think I can fly
No matter your tease
I bet you don´t see
How ridiculous you all are
Maybe you see through my eyes
maybe you see through my guise
maybe you see me beyond
my soon impending demise
American Witness
Right up my street
Oxford Apartments 213
It´s the home of a man
I wouldn´t wanna meet
You know, sometimes I hear them bleed
You know, sometimes I hear them plead
(face it)
Right up my street
Oxford Apartments 213
It´s the home of a man
You wouldn´t wanna meet
You know, sometimes I hear them bleed
You know, sometimes I hear them plead
(for their lives)
Oxford Apartments 213
It´s the home of a man
I wouldn´t wanna meet
You know, sometimes I hear them bleed
You know, sometimes I hear them plead
(face it)
Right up my street
Oxford Apartments 213
It´s the home of a man
You wouldn´t wanna meet
You know, sometimes I hear them bleed
You know, sometimes I hear them plead
(for their lives)
Radical Subliminal
you wanna make your god a happy guy
a tiny wee euphorical
you wanna make it in a bungalow
i wish i knew what for
comical, it´s so sadical
comical subliminal
you wanna make it like a fantasy
a little unsophisticatedly
no use to make it insufficiently
(do you really need chilly nights
when you're with a maniac?)
oh do you wanna make it believable
do you really want it believable?
comical, it's so sadical
comical subliminal
a tiny wee euphorical
you wanna make it in a bungalow
i wish i knew what for
comical, it´s so sadical
comical subliminal
you wanna make it like a fantasy
a little unsophisticatedly
no use to make it insufficiently
(do you really need chilly nights
when you're with a maniac?)
oh do you wanna make it believable
do you really want it believable?
comical, it's so sadical
comical subliminal
The Poor Puss
souvenirs and attaches
who do you wanna fool
you reek of forbidden fruit
so tell me why
your love of fame
makes you so shy
hopelessly lame
you´re still the same
you´re still in pain
souvenirs
an act of faith
who do you wanna fool
you picked up the gauging tool
so tell me why
your ace of spades
makes you so shy
It´s like you fade
it´s such a shame
you´re still in pain
who do you wanna fool
you reek of forbidden fruit
so tell me why
your love of fame
makes you so shy
hopelessly lame
you´re still the same
you´re still in pain
souvenirs
an act of faith
who do you wanna fool
you picked up the gauging tool
so tell me why
your ace of spades
makes you so shy
It´s like you fade
it´s such a shame
you´re still in pain
2011/09/13
Of Youth´s Sinker Logs
I used to know things when I was 8 or 9, that I knew I would have to lose awareness of in order to become an adult.
Senseless to hope the logs of awareness would reemerge at the far pool,
yonder.
And yet, there, perhaps, they are already.
Senseless to hope the logs of awareness would reemerge at the far pool,
yonder.
And yet, there, perhaps, they are already.
2011/09/05
Lily
Lily looked out the window listfully. It was beginning to get dark and slightly fresh in the valley, and the summer promised to pick up and go elsewhere.
If I´m a songwriter, why is it so hard for me to publish my songs? Do I have to admit that I´m a dysfunctional composer? Well, I am.
Lily kept losing herself in eternal variations: the sincerity of alternative options had become an enemy for her decades ago. And when she slipped into certain chord progressions which would better be described as trapdoors, the drive went from positive to negative and she´d stop playing altogether.
Lily cringed recalling that sullen, all too familiar reaching-for-the-power-button-moment which recurred too often... could it be that hidden forces were conspiring against her with her own creepy unbeknownst aid?
Maybe a cigarette...
And who ever guaranteed that, if you´re lucky or unlucky enough to have one, your vocation will be fully functional? Having a vocation is only that: an inner calling. There's a number of choices that don't quite come through but don't violate the clause of responsibility towards a patriotic or spiritual mission either. You can pretend you don´t hear, or answer with complying sweetness and then do as you please, or act like a fucked-up teenager, or be authentically docile...But nothing you do is guaranteed to work. Even with the most perfect machines, the result is the result... of much else.
No, a vocation is no guarantee of functionality. Maybe for some it´s more like a steaming pizza right on the other side of a 7-foot-tall, 7500-volt electric fence...
Lily had stopped counting the total songs she had almost fully composed, a while ago. Far from being a source of pride, this futile attempt at feeling historically productive only added to the anguish. The thing that stumped her the most was how, while the self consuming star of a song was irradiating its light, coming into being, sometimes for a few minutes and sometimes for days or weeks, her energy had no end, and she was in love with the song, in another dimension, let´s tritely say. And then, after a while and due to partly unknown factors, she usually couldn´t listen past the 20th second, as if the song had let her down. There had to be something she was missing. It was a depression, it was the classic STEOS moment (Skip To End Of Song)... It was Judas and Christ at the end of time... and then, not happy with that either, even if who would be, give me a break, after a while it was sometimes all wonderful again, and ooh! and hey I'm a frikkin genius and shiiiiat what a brains and sensitivity I carry... to the point of song completion! What the hell?
Oh Lily, Lily thought.
Oh Lily.
If I´m a songwriter, why is it so hard for me to publish my songs? Do I have to admit that I´m a dysfunctional composer? Well, I am.
Lily kept losing herself in eternal variations: the sincerity of alternative options had become an enemy for her decades ago. And when she slipped into certain chord progressions which would better be described as trapdoors, the drive went from positive to negative and she´d stop playing altogether.
Lily cringed recalling that sullen, all too familiar reaching-for-the-power-button-moment which recurred too often... could it be that hidden forces were conspiring against her with her own creepy unbeknownst aid?
Maybe a cigarette...
And who ever guaranteed that, if you´re lucky or unlucky enough to have one, your vocation will be fully functional? Having a vocation is only that: an inner calling. There's a number of choices that don't quite come through but don't violate the clause of responsibility towards a patriotic or spiritual mission either. You can pretend you don´t hear, or answer with complying sweetness and then do as you please, or act like a fucked-up teenager, or be authentically docile...But nothing you do is guaranteed to work. Even with the most perfect machines, the result is the result... of much else.
No, a vocation is no guarantee of functionality. Maybe for some it´s more like a steaming pizza right on the other side of a 7-foot-tall, 7500-volt electric fence...
Lily had stopped counting the total songs she had almost fully composed, a while ago. Far from being a source of pride, this futile attempt at feeling historically productive only added to the anguish. The thing that stumped her the most was how, while the self consuming star of a song was irradiating its light, coming into being, sometimes for a few minutes and sometimes for days or weeks, her energy had no end, and she was in love with the song, in another dimension, let´s tritely say. And then, after a while and due to partly unknown factors, she usually couldn´t listen past the 20th second, as if the song had let her down. There had to be something she was missing. It was a depression, it was the classic STEOS moment (Skip To End Of Song)... It was Judas and Christ at the end of time... and then, not happy with that either, even if who would be, give me a break, after a while it was sometimes all wonderful again, and ooh! and hey I'm a frikkin genius and shiiiiat what a brains and sensitivity I carry... to the point of song completion! What the hell?
Oh Lily, Lily thought.
Oh Lily.
Fall This Way
bring on the autumn apple,
I can´t stand this summer one more day
let the chlorophyll leave
and then let the leaves go
give me the joy of the sudden gust
free me from my need to go
give me my loved ones in this room
I'll stake it out
I'll order in
I'll gladly dance my dance
from here
I can´t stand this summer one more day
let the chlorophyll leave
and then let the leaves go
give me the joy of the sudden gust
free me from my need to go
give me my loved ones in this room
I'll stake it out
I'll order in
I'll gladly dance my dance
from here
2011/09/02
Gruubs´ Eagerness
General Perkins explained to Gruubs that he did not intend to write a book. Not even a series of short stories.
´Not even a series of short stories, Gruubs.
I´m an impressionist, you see.
I don´t need all the notes but I can flood you with them if I need to.
The structure is to evade a two-level structure, or pyramid if you will, to not have a sum of parts except the individual components scooped out of moments in unlikely lives and persons, all the more real the more surreal.
´So, Gruubs, you do follow don´t you? ´
Gruubs nodded with eagerness.
´Am I not glorious? I´ll just depict moments, lived by scarcely brushed in characters, who become familiar unconsciously by the complicity in the tone I myself, the host of my listeners and readers, will delicately paint for them to tread.´
´You are truly remarkable, General´.
Pleased with the response, General Perkins turned to leave just in time not to catch a glimpse of Gruubs, who was bending down to retrieve his copy of Heidi and a chipa guazu.
´Not even a series of short stories, Gruubs.
I´m an impressionist, you see.
I don´t need all the notes but I can flood you with them if I need to.
The structure is to evade a two-level structure, or pyramid if you will, to not have a sum of parts except the individual components scooped out of moments in unlikely lives and persons, all the more real the more surreal.
´So, Gruubs, you do follow don´t you? ´
Gruubs nodded with eagerness.
´Am I not glorious? I´ll just depict moments, lived by scarcely brushed in characters, who become familiar unconsciously by the complicity in the tone I myself, the host of my listeners and readers, will delicately paint for them to tread.´
´You are truly remarkable, General´.
Pleased with the response, General Perkins turned to leave just in time not to catch a glimpse of Gruubs, who was bending down to retrieve his copy of Heidi and a chipa guazu.
Riverside Talk
sometimes you think if you´re determined enough you will overcome obstacles,
but what happens is you don´t pause long enough to consider the obstacles, to study them and figure out what exactly it is you´re trying to conquer.
for example, in a long-term project you may think the problem is the physical challenges and difficulties of the tasks involved, but maybe the problem is that very particular, frail and inexorable moment when you get stuck and you don´t understand why.
after drifting off completely and a bit destructively, your mind resets and your memory may even have recorded that you were unaccountable with the practical aspects, or that you couldn´t deal with the visible props of the stageplay. And you think, oh weak I´ve been and should take advantage and sin some more, before you gogo, no seriously, if I´m determined enough I will surely not trip up next time...
you really do think it´s the step you didn´t get to that got your nose on the ground? oh, you don´t. oh, you do, once in a while?
let me spray this out: there was another prop, and another, and another, that you did not acknowledge, that you did not consider, look!
g.a.s.p.
n.o.d.
and perhaps you should be determined not to overcome obstacles like a blind christ,
but to master your stage play.
now it´s time for your nap, my little genghis.
but what happens is you don´t pause long enough to consider the obstacles, to study them and figure out what exactly it is you´re trying to conquer.
for example, in a long-term project you may think the problem is the physical challenges and difficulties of the tasks involved, but maybe the problem is that very particular, frail and inexorable moment when you get stuck and you don´t understand why.
after drifting off completely and a bit destructively, your mind resets and your memory may even have recorded that you were unaccountable with the practical aspects, or that you couldn´t deal with the visible props of the stageplay. And you think, oh weak I´ve been and should take advantage and sin some more, before you gogo, no seriously, if I´m determined enough I will surely not trip up next time...
you really do think it´s the step you didn´t get to that got your nose on the ground? oh, you don´t. oh, you do, once in a while?
let me spray this out: there was another prop, and another, and another, that you did not acknowledge, that you did not consider, look!
g.a.s.p.
n.o.d.
and perhaps you should be determined not to overcome obstacles like a blind christ,
but to master your stage play.
now it´s time for your nap, my little genghis.
After Dark
Her mommy was thinking of the enormous whirlpools of spiritual energy in words like
DISENCHANT
DISENCHANT
2011/09/01
Window in the Pain I (Sweet Slumber)
nine-nine-nine of which are fond
of glowing bright before your eyes
as sweet slumber comes along
the wind brings the autumn brings the wind
crisp news evading your reaching hand
the wind kicks the window in the pane
testimonies lost and lost denials wisped away
the north-south current and the east-west current
and the renaissant cypress are heaving
to stay still
to stay still
means not that these fears will stop wreathing
2011/08/31
Injustice
i used to be afraid of losing
till i lost everything
except my fear of losing
so what's the deal
till i lost everything
except my fear of losing
so what's the deal
2011/08/30
Busy Universe
There's no space for me at the moment.
Should I make myself some?
What matter should I displace?
What energy should I disperse?
Won't I be sorry?
Should I make myself some?
What matter should I displace?
What energy should I disperse?
Won't I be sorry?
At the Cosmos Cafe'
very well very well, our usual plate of despair, I see...
will you have some chips with that, Ma'am?
nono, waiter, nono, my despair?
you know how it is: all the better the more bitter!
will you have some chips with that, Ma'am?
nono, waiter, nono, my despair?
you know how it is: all the better the more bitter!
Wish Fury Were Deaf
yes, I wish fury were deaf
I wish nothing had the power to fuel it
losing myself to my anger is sad
losing my anger to my sadness is mad
...and losing my madness is bad oh so bad
I wish nothing had the power to fuel it
losing myself to my anger is sad
losing my anger to my sadness is mad
...and losing my madness is bad oh so bad
Boo and the Blue Bloop
why does it seem to me that everything I will ever do is meaningless?
have I been wasting my life?
what's all this dreamers' shiiet?
have I been mislead?
have I not changed?
have I been wasting my life?
what's all this dreamers' shiiet?
have I been mislead?
have I not changed?
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