A keresés eredménye

Immortals

I never told you it
But we are immortal
Why did you go away
Before I let you know it?
You already knew it?
Did you understand that?
That some gods were hiding
Under bibulous faces
 
Mortals, mortals
We are immortal
I never told you it
But we are immortal
 
Did you have seen these lights
These summer suppliers
These barrier lifters
All these exhausted tears
These Kisses received
Did you know they lasted?
That in biting our own mouth
Their taste was coming back
 
Mortals, mortals
We are immortal
I never told you it
But we are immortal
 
Did you have feel sometimes
That nothing was ending?
Whether we're there or not
Even if we'd be there
You who are no longer there
It is as if you are
More immortal than me
But I follow you closely
 
Mortals, mortals
We are immortal
I never told you it
But we are immortal
Mortals, mortals
We are immortal
I never told you it
But we are immortal
 

Dare Joséphine

At the rear of the sedans
We guess
Monarchs and their figures
Just a pair of demi-gods
Delivered to them
They make little ones
They make envious
 
At the back of the Dauphines
I am the king of scoundrels
Who's smiling
 
Walk on water
Avoid tolls
Never suffer
Just to neigh
Horses of pleasure
 
Dare, dare Josephine
Dare, dare Josephine
Nothing stands in the way of the night
Nothing justifies
 
Use your shoes
Use the usurer
Be my muse
And that only the sweet moments last
Last as sweet moments
And that only the sweet moments last
 
Dare, dare Josephine
Dare, dare Josephine
Nothing stands in the way of the night
Nothing justifies
 

Billowing Smoke

Your struggles leave in smoke*
Your struggles make swarms
Swarms of scruples
 
Your stuggles leave in smoke
Toward enchanted flutes
And cruel hopes
 
(They) throw me
Spikes and lances
In all innocence
 
Your struggles leave in smoke
Under misted-up eyes
Of strange dragonflies
 
For a grimace and a rictus
And more
I do supplemental hours
 
I give myself pain
I cogitate I agitate
I replay the scene
 
I nail nails on the clouds
Un marteau au fond du garage
A hammer in the back of the garage
I nail nails on the clouds
Without scaffolding
 
And my body dedicated
To super-gifted moons 
With sovereign curves
 
Full full
 
Your struggles leave in smoke
Under suns that are ignored
Dor- dormez**
 
My allongated responses
My what to say
My what to do
But how this is kept in the air
 
These two hemispheres
By what mystery
 
I nail nails on the clouds
A hammer in the back of the garage
I nail nails on the clouds
Without scaffolding
 
Your struggles leave in smoke ... 
 

Sundays in Chernobyl

On Sundays in Chernobyl
I pile up dish towels, LPs, gospels.
My eyelids feel heavy.
My body goes numb.
This is not chlorine
This is not chlorophyll
You'll keep on irradiating me
long after the end.
You'll keep on irradiating me
beyond closed doors.
 
On Sundays in Chernobyl
I preach to the Sun
I preach1 to the prowfishes
in the canal's red hue.
There's a carnival at the power plant.
Dancing bleach
Washing brain
Every day makes fun of me,
painless.
You'll keep on irradiating me
long after the end.
You'll keep on irradiating me.
 
On Sundays in Chernobyl
I pile up dish towels, LPs,
gospels.
Going out in a lamé coat
a raincoat.
Coming out of the hat
You'll keep on irradiating me (x2)
 
On Sundays in Chernobyl
You'll keep on irradiating me.
You'll keep on irradiating me
beyond closed doors.
You'll keep on irradiating me
long after the end.
You'll keep on irradiating me.
 

• 1. a rather lame pun on 'hareng'(herring) / 'harangue'(preach)

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My Little Business

My small business
Does not know the crisis
Faded, she shows off
Satin treasures
Golden wish
 
I order an expertise
But the truth is exhausting
Tirelessly unfolds
 
And my fingers examine
Examine this epidermis
Who makes me stand
When do I work
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
From dawn to dawn
Part of the morning
And vacations
Abstinence
 
My small business
My locomotive
Advance in defiance of semaphores
Shoot me out of nowhere
 
Whatever
Love matters
Whatever
Love is exported
Whatever
Door to door
In Crimea
South of Burma
Libyan lobbies
In Laos
Asia flows to my ears
 
My small business
Does not know the crisis
Exposure to the firmament
Suggest recovery
Hiring
Debauchery
Tirelessly unfolds
 
And my fingers examine
Examine this epidermis
Who do I whisper
Who makes me knock
At each level
Staircase C
Building B
At the edge of his lips
 
Whatever
Love matters
Whatever
Love is exported
I'm losing the north
Cape Horn
When I see myself
The pyramids
Nose to nose
My fads
Asia flows to my ears
 
My small business
Does not know the crisis
Faded she shows off
Satin treasures
Golden wish
 
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
From dawn to dawn.
 

I smoke to forget that you drink

It's not easy, easy to kill yourself
It costs, it costs, it is very expensive
I'm going to kill myself, I'm going to flush myself
down the toilets of my little studio
 
It's not easy, easy to kill yourself
It is for the rich, sleeping pills
Russian roulette is completely stupid
When you can die from one flush
 
I smoke to forget that you drink
I make myself at home
I send smoke back to a poster of you
 
Life is like an overdose
You take everything straight away
You die fast
And if you do not take it, it's life that's got you
I'm good, well, very good in my wallet
 
There are newspapers, so I read them
They say say good things
Maybe it's a heck
I do not care, I will not wait for the end of my story
 
I smoke to forget that you drink
I make myself at home
I send smoke back to a poster of you
 
Life is like an overdose
You take everything straight away
You die fast
And if you do not take it, it's life that's got you
 
Yes, but for apple pie, two or three goldens
A small glass of rum, a cinnamon stick
Roll, roll the dough well, introduce into the hearth
It costs me the drip
 
Taste, taste
 
I smoke to forget that you drink
I smoke to forget that you drink