2:26 a.m.
sun had gone down
but only for a brief while
it was raising its head on the horizon
behind the forest
although it had never properly left
perfect silence
leaves of the trees were living with
tranquil night wind
and it felt like mist had filled every nook
lonely tatters of clouds
and almost invisible pink faint of sky
were greeting the morning of the nightless night
Les fleurs
Les fleurs au flacon
Le bouchon du coquillage
Je suis assis au fond de la bouteille,
Regarde le monde à travers du verre déformé
Ce n’est pas beau
Je pénètre au milieu des fleurs
Je ferme les yeux pour que je ne voie pas le monde
Forget the Stars
When you see the stars in the sky again
You know the summer has ended
All the lust you had, has turned to daily cliché
Nights aren’t warm anymore
Midnight fever on the freeway in the sunset
Is only a distant memory
Maybe it was one of those hot night dreams
Never even happened
When July turns to September
And you should be you again
Forget you saw the stars
Golfing Time
All the old men
Got their scot check pants
Oh deer real man wears a kilt
And don’t got nothing under
Golf ball is round and white
Like you except you’re red
Old bossy boss, a bank manager
Here in golf green
they discuss about serious things
Between holes they take a small whiskey and go go
Red faces someone always has a weak heart
It’s called a heart attack
but it’s happening all the time
Don’t worry
It’s golfing time
To the old men with red faces
In whiskey ravings
Wives don’t know
It’s their game day
It’s their Sunday without church
Whiskey ravings and cigar smoke
In the golf clubs
Mahogany tables and red wine sofas
Jazz
Life where you are
I’ve waited for you all of my little age
And tonight I felt I will never have you
I felt so so empty, so nothing
And I asked why
I stared stars hoping they would tell me
But they didn’t
And I wracked my brains
And only thing was Jazz
No answer, oh no
So no life
I must be dead
/ 5.9.2002 /
Lonely Sea
I swayed through the velvet night
No one can see me
This night will never end
And I feel that
I may be wrong
But this is how I felt it
Cookies were good
When I bought them from the shop
I ate them in the beach
of lonely sea
Some stupid kids camping there
And lonely me is gone now
It swayed through the velvet night
moment
every man got past
every man got today
every man got future
but however
someday will come that moment
when past must forget
when have to create new future
and new today
to start again
somewhere else
someone else
Nightingale
The nightingales were singing
When the night arrived
And the gale blown you away
To dead to sadness
Moon was green and all your love disappeared
Flowers won’t grow no more
And you’ve lose your faith in time
And the nightingales were singing
In your garden
The things you wanted do
Oh it’s too late now
And the nightingales were singing
Orange Moment
Was tangerine moment
Which comes right after the blue one
See the sky without clouds in blue
Feel soft tangerine faint around you
Barren trees get briefly clothed
And the coldness isn’t so obvious
Sun rise
Soon it’ll be end
White snow has covered earth
shines like tangerine
Trees left their blue shadows
They’re living with wind
And four swallows fly through the sky
Pretzel
Days like yesterday
Never comes again
I bought some pretzels
And ate them in park
Close by a pond
I was sitting on the grass
Watching birds swimming in pond
At the sunset
And long long time
I really felt happy
Pretzels were salty and round.
Railway Station Life
Blue car and so on
People going where they’re going
Fat & skinny ones losing their minds
This is the world now
Baseball caps and strawberry fields
They’re singing that song sometimes
People in the wrong places
People in the right places
People who don’t know where they are
Madness in the hotness
This is the world now
Oh it’s so hot
Little gothic girls are camping in the railway station
So happily smoking & drinking
Sitting on the cold hard ground
And they’re listening to 69 Eyes
In their big little rebellion
Everything is so so so black
Some day they gonna regret all that
This is the world now
Toy dogs are running free
And murderers murder people
And everything tastes so good
But nothing is good for you
It’s the world behind your door
And you better not open that door
This Happy Moment (co-writer Sanna O.)
Red panties on me
She did not notice that
And I didn’t remember
What an lovely surprise for her
So she smiled
And why not smile
I had done a lot of things
I had wash my teeth
I had listened to music and political discussion
So the morning was busy
And certainly was her living too
Odd things you find
Phil Boa gave me euphoria
On this morning with hyperactive cracker
What an lovely surprise for me
So I smiled
The morning was busy
And so is my living
So they were long forgotten
Like a friend unknown, for years
Phil Boa and the panties she wore
On that morning quite Tokyo-girlish
La tronçonneuse
Quand je sortais dehors
Je voyais la nuit, la lune
La gaze de nuage
Et j’écoutais la tronçonneuse
Mes oreilles sonnaient
Je regardais par la fênetre
Et voyais ma destinée
Je m’effrayais
Je ne la veux pas, non, pas encore
