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solitude in bloom
there is a thing we've got we call it solitude there is a thing we need we call it confidence and we tried and tried and tried - we failed and we fell into what we feared most shimmering in the darkness we see two moons we send rains of kisses to our solitude in bloom as an acknowledgement of my gratitude i'd like to offer you this in confidence i will sacrifice sacrifice myself if all cords break i hang myself up make hay while the sun shines many hands make light work in the light of our common will but it still looks like rain shimmering in the darkness we see two moons we send rains of kisses to our solitude in bloom

heavy zooo
out of my mouth smoke is rising high it's casting a cloud on you while you die i am a nine-headed sword swallowing dragon so you need ten swords to kill me i am an eagle flying high in the sky even if you shoot I won't die cause my wings are made of sacred steel sharp like a shiny knife so you will feel the cutting nose dive cutting your throat the blood is flowing it is so nice to live in the heavy zooo it is so nice

pain power
good is repaid with good bad with bad nothing will be forgotten time of retribution will come wishing welfare to those you love death to those you hate palm is weaker than a fist one single silk thread is weaker than a rope my neck is weaker than a rope true words are not beautiful beautiful words are not true efficiency does not persuade persuasion is not capable the more it works for others the more it has the more it gives to others the more it has like the rope is supporting the hanging man causes lie the pain

esophagus overdrive
someone put a dead cat in my mouth with its head towards my esophagus so the tail is hanging out makes me stumble as I step on it someone put a rat into my ear gnawing its way through my hearing apparatus to finally nest in the great emptiness that lies behind someone exchanged my pillow for a mouldy camembert making my head feel all soft and furry and isolating it against the ten ton weight that's bumping against it permanently

spirit & crown
here you are my retinue ingratiates itself watch out i might get dirty when you kiss my ring step aside all sunbeams want to serve their aim in life blink my crown isn't shiny enough to dazzle you like my greatness does i´m afraid you are no earthly use to anyone choke it up and spit my blue blood in the middle of your lovely face the sun drops the last inch of light falls all what remains is my immense grace i'm just here to pass through blessed are the poor in spirit but the kingdom of heaven is mine above the line it's just a small step for me one giant leap for mankind sorry we ain´t of a kind

my funeral procession
i will have heaven and earth for my coffin and cover sun and moon will be my jewels stars and constellations my pearls the creation my funeral procession what do you want to add

i desert
i built a machine it's down in the cellar behind the potato boxes it's got a big red button and unsurpassed logic is programmed i built it from my old school books and from video tapes with scientific programmes it runs on philosophical essays and outstanding literary correspondence i have to take care of it until it's grown up and when the iron housing is finally going to burst i'll push that button and do you know what it'll say i desert

dance like a volcano
sound waves intrude your head compress your brain and force it down with a sonic boom to the middle of your body to form a triaxial hinge of sex oscillations and flexibility the lemon in your slim glass is shaking to the beat as you smash it down on the bar and leave it for the centre jerking swirling jacket sleeve caught in your trouser leg haircut style limbo contest participant now you dance like a volcano an aura of sparkling ashes moves like rolling lava enveloping everything

stanislav petrov
it was the year 1983 september 26th directly below cosmos 1382 to a casual observer looking down from space the snow and ice fields of the Arctic reached out toward the earth the curve of the earth compressed it into a thin line separating night and day stretched across the north pole deafening sound flashing light on this particular day something went wrong a red button may turn a blue planet into a black battered distressing into a despicable vile-smelling piece of shit you could have been addressed with deference instead you saved the world

yellow mile
caravans by mischance by despotism walkin` in faltered movements with leaden limbs hurry up an army of ineffective soldiers are struggling weaponless to qualify for an undelivered spare-part gain strength taste the sweat of a walked yellow mile without batting an eyelid please ware someone down the first may be the last to go to go more miles in yellow and flesh will be the winners´ crown so please ware someone down sugar the yellow mile taste the salt of a kidney machine the salt of a kidney machine is a mechanical tear

a foul smelling wheel called downhill
graceful symmetry but nothing without a centre cheap whore of gravity moving downhill shame on you you debased the idea of easing of favour hear you laughing at the square root while breaking someone on the wheel while you're breaking someone on the wheel shame on you debased the idea of easing of favour so listen to your slaves if there is no one to dictate you'll fail without mankind you're nothing the rest is downhill all the way you'll never betray can't you smell it my dear we're burning your candle at both sides

paraffin oiler
between those liquid walls and more than a thousand degrees are tidal waves reaching for the highest stone and a soul smelling like his child the light a flicker of hope through the heavy spray but wonders never cease this peak his umbilical cord those waves are a sword a vale of fire is what he needs to protect himself from the frost of the deadly deep sea sinking to the bottom and deservedly so even if deck is under water even if the end is nigh to the bitter end we are illuminated by the light at his heart's rate or the other way round like fleshy driftwood flooded down to the ground of the sea this peak his umbilical cord those waves are a sword a vale of fire is what he needs to protect himself from the frost of the deadly deep sea sinking to the bottom and deservedly so maybe it's better to turn the blood into paraffin and become a human torch laughin' do you see the human torch at the horizon no? it looks like a rising sun but it isn´t one

nice romantic evening
put a candle on my bald head after lighting it wax is running into my eyes put a blooming rose behind my ear after watering it a thorn is pricking me twice it´s a nice romantic evening with me and mother mother earth I am your mama´s darling so spread your legs i´m coming home lay myself down in a lush green meadow while I start to dream some ants are crawling up my arm open up my mouth to catch some raindrops it tastes like I don´t know an eagle is circling over my head it´s a nice romantic evening with me and mother mother earth I am your mama´s darling so spread your legs i´m coming home

damn you, charlie brown
yeah though I walk through the valley of the evil of the death i will fear no evil for I am the evilist son of a bitch in the valley as I steam down the river of death i'll fear nothing for I'm the meanest motherfucker on the river when I die bury me face down so the whole world can kiss my ass when god open up the gates of hell the division of evil walked out fighter by day lover by night drunkard by choice soldier by mistake we are the unwilling led by the unqualified doing the unnecessary for the ungrateful fighting for freedom as a state that those who live in peace will never know damn you charlie brown when I die bury me face down so the whole world can kiss my ass

the hospice inn
feel your breath as you awake from lungs you haven't known this way the limbs are numb pain's all to feel this rotten body a useless remnant this pain is endless all's to loathe just a victim of hypocratic oath half-dead is what you're called your body is machine controlled like a present to despise as a child in its mother's hands from which its life depends you're so helpless and fragile the focus narrows the mind restricts to the beauty of the end's bliss the focus narrows the mind restricts you want to go they won't let you you drown in fear in endless fear they torture you by loving you you drown in fear in painful fear

spinster
stonecold our recollections last embrace under the windows mine i hear the banshee´s call showin´ someone died inside i guess it´s me cause no one is missed penance I have done and more penance I will do no sight left but one the pain

the sun behind the dustbin
washing machine caustic detergent takes away the colours tatters me and leaves me naked inject black wisdom filling every corner from inside covering all levelling contours take the sun from behind the dustbin and hang it to its nail again cheap plastic moulds all shaped the same economic efficiency insignificant redundancy pull out the plug and make it stop climb on top and peek through the colourless sad laundry

erebus
not here the white north hath thy bones and thou heroic sailor soul art passing on thy happier voyage now toward no earthly pole and it grew wondrous cold ice came floating by the drifts and snowy cliffs did send a dismal sheen seamen are no enemies when they are swimming seamen are no enemies even if the ice is killing but they walked - they walked the frost performed his secret ministry on these days in 1848 while the last crew members died in starvation cove after a long, long march through the desert of ice the merciless cold wind knived them the souls did from their bodies fly and the great unreal tiredness catched them to end their agony when the lids been closed some paused in their grave wandering and turn with profound gesture vague and slow to scrape the flesh from bones of the other men it stamps over his head but it cannot break his sleep at least their tins where soldered with lead

interference prone reflector
don´t we really have nothing than us to see from west to east between the poles and back again the only centres are we a big red giant is sending the pain we call it the sun this big red giant is sending the pain the sun feeds our thursty eye and brain your fucked up windowpane is a shame to your panorama of a room with a view including your centered eye which isn´t able to see completely clear(ly) focusing on what is meaningful may be the first step for avoiding to force an open door mankind has an axe to grind so let´s melt it to forge a hammer sacrify your eyes to see the light and cut out with broken glass this interference prone reflector cut it out don´t dissect carefully simply cut it out cut it for further information contact your druggist for further information call up 102-790-544-6666 no more no more no more glassy shine no more glassy shine to be reflected in your fucked up windowpane is a shame to your panorama of a room with a view including your centered eye which isn´t able to see completely clear(ly) we see so we are but (less than) a shadow of our former self there is no denying of the fact that that our eyes are mirrors in fact there is no denying that an infected eye feeds a misguided mind before we are beyond remedy honesty is the very, very best, best policy shatter all self-satisfied self-rightous high-handed laughing fucking mirrors a mirror is a window´s end and if you ask me what to do let´s strike our tents annex another planet and start again

pioneer
crossing the unknown places of dimensionless vacuum-packed possibilities may we believe in something beyond the curtain of human inabilities please don´t say nothing please don´t send "no" the farest pioneer ever known pioneer please never glow in mind we are dancing with you between the smiling stars makin´ love wishing this planet the almighty essence called confidence the farest pioneer ever known but we´re still alone this deaf and dumb desert has a lack of cold comfort like a new moon a second sun a shooting star falling to where it all begun we´re missing you badly widely ramified is our mind but the eye is you while we´re fading away day by day in mind we are dancing with you between those smiling stars wishing this planet the almighty essence called confidence pioneer, please don´t go you´ll never returen I know even if your mission will fail an will forever be uncompleted some people down here can not do forget what you´ve done nor can i don´t worry my friend we´ll try again take care of you

to kill a hill and move a mountain
in front of a mountain they stand peak´s too high too high for climbing on top of a mountain they stand and down in the valley is a phoenix dying did they ever compare silver to gold shovelling, shovelling and digging through what is perforating you every little leaden world they said exploded to ashes in mighty shockwaves and buried us under a heavy crust of misleaded silver gold we don´t weight every word but if the words are dying but if the words are dying why doesn´t the speaker follow immediately shovelling, shovelling and digging through what is perforating you as we are caught between the devil and the deep blue sea becoming weaker and weaker our spirit is willing but the flesh is weak it´s a pity we are unable to cause a storm of protest a storm of relieving decontaminating protest ain´t a storm in a teacup our laid open gold bright shiny shimmering so much more than glass would ever be able to don´t let the next tea stand for the rest of your life… time is up spew up the pieces of silver and refresh yourself by the holy vein of gold come on now our valley has waited for ages for the miners to come phoenix is spreading it´s wings when we drive our shovels deep into the crust in a moment of scorn genesis has to be written again when the sun will be blinded by the laid open gold in its purest form when the sun will be blinded by the laid open gold in its purest form i´m the least common denominator to kill a hill and move a mountain to kill a hill and move yourself to kill a hill and move a mountain and perforate what is perforating you to kill a hill and move a mountain to kill a hill and move to kill a hill and move a mountain i am the hill the mountain is you become a miner