Die Granny, Die!
There’s an old dame
Lady from the other side
Whispering and blabbering all the time
Hey granny we’ve heard you already
Now it’s time to die
I know I’m being vicious
And I have no respect
But how can you respect
When you only despise
Your eyes big like plates
And your phony voice
When you’re telling us
That you’re bored
That someone thought you’re celebrity
That we could do that and we could do this
When you’re repeating every word
And when you’re not giving chance to speak
Hey granny maybe it’s time to die
Because I had enough
Or just be quiet for a while
A Dream
Saw a dream
Of a man living under my bed
He was hiding there
I think he told me why
I didn’t listen to
He had black hair
And blood red lips with poison green stripes
And I thought what was his problem
On one day
I don’t know what kind of day
He moved in my wardrobe
I wasn’t very happy
There he was then
Listened to the radio
He had small old fashioned radio
And I remember one sunny day I woke up
And I wasn’t happy about that either
I had just got used to him
I looked under my bed
And there was nobody
Easy Dreamer
I was just falling in sleep
When he said:
“Wake up you sleepyhead. Follow me.”
He had done his homework
And knew what I liked about
I reached his hand
Just before he was gone
In gold gale which I imagined
If someone had said
I would have believed
But they were quiet
Say it
I’m easy
I follow him
I follow thru the gale
I follow his footsteps
And I guess I’m stupid
But I guess that’s my problem
Jules
Jules is playing the revenge game
Don’t know why he’s doing so?
Making him feel so worthless
Jules fancied him one day
Jules was needy and so in love
Hanging under his window
In full costume
And when he opened the window
Jules was all sugar
Now Jules just wanna beat the life out of him
Now Jules gets the kicks from the death and praying
Jules has found the All Mighty
And what is wrong certainly is wrong
Jules had been living sinful life
Jules has read the word, every line
And heard the golden voice
Decade is gone when Jules wore the tightest jeans
And kissed his love’s bellybutton
When Jules knew who he was
When Jules was happy
So pray Him and all the saints
Maybe mercy will land after all
Jules blamed his love
Being seductive devil in disguise
Faith in soul tranquility had gone for god
And Jules tried to stay calm
But Jules cried when he washed his hands in blood
Jules cried when he realised
Nothing he had done could save him now
Jules cried when he realised
He could never again kiss his love’s bellybutton
And Jules cried when he realised
He had betrayed himself
Lovely Girl
It was a day or not
It was a night
A song from black tie white noise
It was a human being
TV program
It was a feeling
Saxophone playing
An attraction
Something I know
Something in me
I need one of my kind
Pilgrim
I pray on my own
My belief not so strong
And I quit it
Because I know
It’s useless
I’m a pilgrim
But never said who I follow
And where’s my heaven
I’m a pilgrim for myself
I follow the path of flowers
They have lot to say
Dead words
I couldn’t care less
Because I’m living only for myself
Sides
I’m a voyeur tourist
In an acoustic picture wonderland
I want to hear and see
Voices and noises
Discovering the hidden
Exhibitionist
He has come out as a white sigh
I’m the black just for your side
We’re traveling together
Far from each others
But still you have a drop of me
And I have drop of you
To feel the lust
I don’t want to touch
You only want to show
But feel the lust
