Spurts of light on moist grass
Sprinkled about soundly.
Shadow on the left
Sometimes on the right
Outside double-glazed windows
Is hard to penetrate reality.
In moist grass drying up
Scurry tiny creatures
While the lawnmower's pressure comes
Spade cutting
A little box
Opens up to fine weather.
Trees wed in curves
Curving to protect
Traffic sights.
Shared garden
With Eve a time ago
One way or another.
A population.
There where I'm from
Don't know where I'm from
I can't see where I'm from
Can't go there.
System villain.
Lend me a message
On your coloured phone
So I can sit here useless
Writing on a nothing mind.
Eastern European.
Good for a beating
Forget that wishful thinking
Don't know where that came from
Do you?
In the Russian communist grip.
They put me on guess what a ship you shit
Toss me in a dark cellar
With another born to serve fella
Who laughs in disbelief.
Gypsy music, gypsy dance,
Haunting waltz, haunting voice,
Bringing tear to my chest
This old story
Ripping out my heart.
Dancing lonely, dancing madly,
Wilderness running your soul
For a moment,
That's all there was
This here fuss.
Gypsy nerve so pure, gypsy voice,
Tilted head, closed eyes,
Makes me…
To a melancholy flower
In your sad lonely wood.
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You tell so many lies
You see so many pleased faces
I see so many lies
And pleased faces -
Mixed races
Then you tell it how it is
Then you see all the weeping
I just tell it how it is
And can't stand their innocent weeping
Faces
If you don't understand
Then why are you here?
You strike so many poses
That life's like a fashion show
That fucking sickens me to the bone
You walk in you little loud gangs
So that life's like an irrelevant blot
That fucking sickens me to the core
Then you start throwing religion at me
Confusing my states, pushing me nowhere
I'm stuck in that place, my nowhere
Where it's plain pointless
So fuck you, if you don't understand
Then why are you here?
To swallow every blot's stupidity