Land Ho!

o que ele falam no papo? deitados em uma cama de madrugada  consagrando a fama como a amada  e embriagados em seus pensamentos  todos odiados por um sentimento  tanto amor espalhado, delirante  tanta dor gritando e retumbante o que escondem do resto do mundo mas que eles rondem lá bem fundo  para encontrarem as suas rosas e então amarem as suas prosas o que eles, amigos falam no papo? o que eles comentam? ao fim da noite, em todas as vielas pulando do açoite pelas janelas segredos soturnos tão obscuros que permanecem noturnos e escuros para qualquer um que desafiasse e qualquer um olhasse e perguntasse "o que há com você, tá tão tremido está com medo de ser destemido?" mas se fosse versado em um brasão qualquer um iria calado, paixão o que eles, amigos fofocam no papo?

and after all, i still do remember the urban noises and  the cars honking nonstop all over the city, as the blue night rose throughout the endless gardens  in the sky. and after all, i still do remember all the things i said and i go back now to say that i didn't mean to, alright? i really do. but, well, it is what it is. and when the walls on my room came closer every second, ready to suffocate and ready to intoxicate me in those endless thoughts. for now, dare i say, no matter how much i swim anymore the sea is vast upon my eyes and i am afraid i will end up finding no rock to dive to and calm the nerves down. and all those hollow faces through the street, each ascending through their own existence mean while i am right here and while i am right now laying down  and doing nothing, but the act  of inexisting on my own mind, trying to escape and just  trying to get some rest. it's been a long day, dare i say, it's been a long life, dare i say, dare i take one mo...

on the height of despair, the horses roaming free through the land. a bigger cell for bigger horses, a bigger nation for bigger idiots  ready to lose it when the time comes, when one of them suddenly dies out of a heart attack, and now they spend four months fighting for his testament. horses and people, isn't it the same thing? all of those empty faces, those hollow men and those  hollow women waving at the far shore to god. they do not contemplate him,  but instead, they drive him mad. there isn't one anyways, but i'm sure the devil exists. and so what? they ponder, with their backs inclined to an old tree, barking to heaven like a dog. there are no hes, there are no shes, but only they and us. what a loose and complex melody, ain't it?  that feel deep down of fear that they all share when they go to the bathroom  when they need to cry. drive me mad, drive me mad and make me jump off a bridge on the height of despair, while rain pours down gently through the t...

oh well, girl, i hate to say but i'm leaving this place  i'm goin' before dawn's first ray and it'll be long till i see your face but love, i'll come back after some years as a freak oh well, girl, i'm hitting the road  i'm hitchiking out west with some friends 'till i fold and come back to kiss your chest one more time, darling, to where i'll be back, swaying i'm going somewhere you don't need to know but i'll be back. fair? i already know you'll say no but well, i'm going before dawn kiss me one last time at the park at midnight, kiss me raw behind those trees, kiss me dark as i told you how to and one day, i'll be back for you

the antichrist standed by the dusty window with its red shoes, amazing high heels as of yore, and by that, she stared deep in to the soul of the garden, laid befront her. "well, alackaday" she thought to herself. no matter what, she wasn't creeping out, just sad there, staring poise at the enchanted wildlife. thirty five minutes, the gaze mattered. the garden looked back at her. her pale body chilled. she was alive she was awake, but she wasn't there. she heard the rattling. she noticed the roaring through the wrath and green. she poisoned herself into a foggy hellish pit. there is a world  going on the abyss. there really is.

the hair, black as raven guiding my way through the room, crawling across the night like burning angels and their groom let me love you until insanity let me live you until the lights turn on the room  and let the magic disappear like it did mattered  desolation angels down on the cool Cemetery Heights reciting Baudelaire and listening to Rachaminoff like it did mattered and she closes her hands and let me guide her through the fallen, dark nightmare between parties and funerals only to end alone on a rainy and empty highway kicking rocks while walking back home like it did mattered

the morning striked down poise across a crooked meadow, thru farms and hiways when he was  in a empty drugstore, looking for his love, that soon would be her shift. "hey, man" he said to the cashier "can you give this to sadie?" the jock jerk picked up the paper and left on his pocket "i sure will, jimmy. that's your name, right? well, whatever, what's the matter? wither goest thou this time?" "well" he started "i'm going to nyc, ya know? to be the greatest barman this country has ever seen" "why is that so?" he pondered "i mean, you're just gonna  end up in dirt, dust flying through the crying winds, won't ya?" "i know, i know, but just... look, i'm half that man you used to know, that  player, the shooter, the gambler, now i'm just someone's horse, poise and a slave.  just give this to her, a'ight?" "if you say so, dude" and jack left the empty drugstore with ...

cool Cemetry Heights  embrace my world, my sound beacuse soon i will be with you, cold in the ground  dirt deep down on the grave  that no one can save the hot new tears  that will hug me when i'm down into earth's dead bones  and the cars coming from town leading the way to my ending like it did when i was screaming rattling down the earth the sword, i wield right here, underneath the screams of open field shooking the way down  like a brand new cadillac a damn rusted hellish pit that left me here, in black like a raven on the rain crying in its ancient pain