A keresés eredménye

Trafficking

Virtue Traffic
I love or kill
Need no magic.
Out of my sight.
I still love you
But I send first
the cries of towns
on some vinyl.
 
Taxi driver
an adders' nest
solitary cop
who's fallen down.
Some porno love
Each their own skin.
I sell some spleen
Pure origin..
 
And, slowly, I see
all that universe
becoming colder.
The final countdown
nuclear era
The last landmatks burn
under the lasers
of the lack of love.
 
What d'ya want me to be ?
in that society ?
An angel , a cobra
a killer or a rat ?
Where d'ya want me to live,
in the radioactive?
When d'ya want me to die
on some nice minor chord?
 
Plastic and shock
Credit or cash
The more you hide
The more you're off
I'm addicted
to the loonies
Billions of flashes
keep playing squash.
 
Just look at you
just look at me
We don't see each
other, we're lost
stay or make off
die here or fight
stop that slow dance
too fast to dance.
 
And, slowly, I see
all that universe
becoming colder.
The final countdown
nuclear era
The last landmatks burn
under the lasers
of the lack of love.
 
What d'ya want me to be ?
in that society ?
An angel , a cobra
a killer or a rat ?
Where d'ya want me to live,
in the radioactive?
When d'ya want me to die
on some nice minor chord?
 
Withered watches
Flower gone wrong
I used to be
always on time.
Desert stomach
icy whisky
a dubious bar
it's a glass-cage.
 
In the great din
of sleeping noise,
I lied to you
I still llve you,
In the great din
of sleeping noise,
I lied to you
I still love you.
 
And, slowly, I see
all that universe
becoming colder.
The final countdown
nuclear era
The last landmarks burn
under the lasers
of the lack of love.
 
What d'ya want me to be ?
in that society ?
An angel , a cobra
a killer or a rat ?
Where d'ya want me to live,
in the radioactive?
When d'ya want me to die
on some nice minor chord?
 

New York, July

New York, July, stifling heat.
Sweat, dust... and laziness.
Smell of burning and grease
Colors of neon and fluorine
Three AM, two blocks east
Tenor saxophone, on a window
 
The sound is black and blue as night
Music in red and gold
New York, July, in your nostrils
an icy silence? Cocaine
An unfamiliar room, mirror, caresses
Smells, poppers and sex
 
New York, July, my hands sliding,
chilled tequila, down your tights
Three words typewritten
 
Soaked T-shirt, gasoline
Teenage girls, rollerskating
Funky music, volume pumped up
Skin-tight tracksuit, long socks
Golden atmosphere, glitter dust,
blue eyelids of pale skinned girls.
in a gasp.
Overheated Harley, shadows,
leather jackets, dust.
 
New York, July, scorched with Africa
up to 125th street
removes her jewelry and falls asleep.
Five AM right next to the harbor,
a yellow cabn the blue smoke,
tenor saxophone, clouded, glassy eyes
 
Lady Liberty bleeds in a showcase
 
Statue, crown of thorns
 
Lady Liberty bleeds in a showcase
Statue, crown of thorns
 
New York, July
New York, July
 

Salomé

When Salomé sleeps
She is protected by Lemanja [ => a goddess]
When Salomé dreams
It seems that she listens to Bossa Novas
 
Her sandy eyes embedded in burnt Sienna
And of Venetian lullabies
Her volcanic sand eyes
Her nostalgic Fado eyes
 
When Salomé sings
She has the ease of an Habanera
When Salomé thinks
It seems that she isn't coming back
 
Of the country where the gazelles run
The animals on the other side
Her night eyes - but where does it come from?
 
Where does it come from?
Where does it come from?
 
When Salomé goes out
I never ask her where she goes
When Salomé comes home
She says that I don't exist
 
Warriors follow her silently
Men from the other side
Great, still and remotely
Great and up to death
 
Where does it come from?
Where does it come from?
 
Salomé dances - Salomé dances
Salomé - Salomé - Salomé -
Salomé dances
 
Where does it come from?
Where does it come from?