There And Back Again
Saturday dawn; snow-striped lawn.
On I go. Away from you.
Now I must yawn!
Out in the city, with myself I had pity.
But time-table I got, and the sorrow was not.
This bus is so pretty!
And when I arrive, completely alive,
from a road covered with ice,
it is probably nice I survive!
Here is my place. The star's is the space.
On I go, thinking of you.
Can you lift this case?
I walk on the road, with a heavy load.
On I go. Back to you,
in a tiring mood.
City of Shadows
Our world is a dark one.
We illuminate it with hundreds of
yellow and red and blue lamps.
Nobody knows a real face
- not even his own - as it
looked in the rare, green daylight.
Our city is a bundle of
shadows and coloured lights.
Like withered flowers on a grave
rustling in a dance with the
cold wind by night.
Nobody knows the sun or the moon.
Our souls are of melting ice.
We cool it down with fluid lies.
Or struggle on with trickling truth
in head and heart, and pebbled shoes.
Nobody knows a Holy Ghost
more good than marmalade on toast.
..and, no, this has nothing to do with music! But the texts are offered as original lyrics for unwritten masterworks, if someone wants to make a fool of himself and set them to music!
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