Waiting for your fall
the great parade
they´re rolling out the red carpet
and then you know
today and forever more
you´re bound to save your face
you can´t be found
until you´re found out
Slowing down thoughts
ticking clocks and angry calls
the cut-and-dry parrots
calling for your inoffensive tortures
cast me out I did not fail you
the blunder now is yours
where you hide out
Waiting around to call
to fake the pain
you´re older now
your aircraft´s touched the ground
and today and forever more
you´re bound to change your name
you can´t be found
until you´re found out
until your story´s told
Waiting for your fall
the great parade
they´re rolling out the red carpet
and then you know
today and forever more
rewind and erase the tape
you will be found
when you´re found out
until your story´s told
you´re far far down
far far down
ON TOP OF THE WORLD
The greatest visions from all your catalogues
on token pictures and blurry photographs
no ark to save those who didn´t last
under water in your science labs
On top of the world
you´re on top of the world
So now just train my eyes and name our wars
the safe addiction and plastic autocrats
arms been saved for the bitter ends
you know we´re waiting for your skies to land
On top of the world
you´re on top of the world
Now they´re by your side
now we´re on your side
BLOOD ORANGE WHEELS
Winter drowse quarters
bitten hands of feathers
half-light eyes of green
and surgeons knives for devils
Now we've all been warned
sober waxed dependers
heading back to court
in dragsters without horns
Wooden rafts for summers
sunburnt backs for cancer
ditches flow with wheels
and coppered spines of gamblers
Now we've all been stored
plastered in delusion
the traffic's heading north
in dragsters without horns
DEAR NIMBY WALTZ
Jesus´walking on water
frozen crowd to stare
applauding another act
something´s blurred
in a little corner of the world
Flowerbeds and sundowns
sharp teeth washed cars
witch hunts and farewells to arms
something burns
in a little corner of the world
Jesus´walking on water
chosen cops despair
enforcing another sham
someone yearns
in a little corner of the world
in a little corner of the world
HASHIMA SKYLINE
Burning treetops in your fenced parks
popguns aim at your own doormats
marching backwards into your purse
gladly injured while you conquer
In rags of clover and kitten murders
the friar's Swiss watch, your neighbours' sunblocks
here's something you know
here's something we hold
the one thing you chose
the global charm course
And on your homeground we flip a coin down
into the wizards' big hats and the boiling fishtanks
for a lifted curfew in the whirlpools
saw the price tags on my foreheads
the white maps in your cold bags
NEGLECTARINE
Fractured hands will not
mend the other ones´
and now tomorrow is not the day
that you saw coming from outer space
And the way back home
got blocked by angry soldiers
and captives on the main drag
you said would ruin our holiday
And now you drive
into that tunnel
for a fast redemption
and static sounds
But these words are not our own
and the riddle not to be solved
I think you got me wrong
but it´s just another habit
you can eat your cake and have it
you can eat your cake and have it
You hung your plaques of youth
in commodious dorms
while the lame man took up his bed
to walk out on crutches
made of goodwill and melted cups
from the sane wars
now we´re stranded on the pale lawns
with shards from a golden age
And now we drive
into that tunnel
for a lost intention
and static pounds
But these cars are not for sale
and the riddle not to be solved
I think you got me wrong
but it´s just another habit
you can eat your cake and have it
you can eat your cake and have it
K-MART GODOT
The new diviners are here
for bewildered clones
´bide their time
in parkland surroundings
with fading tans
and baseball gods
now survival kits are cheaper
when it ain´t no secret
anymore
no pots of gold
down at K-mart
waiting for Godot
stunned and sole
the wonder of it all
the passenger´s comfort
on their own
And the lines
just falls into oblivion
when we all were
schoolboys in the yard
Beneath the skyways
we fell off their kingdom thrones
to bide our time
on white sands and blacktops
with dated heads
and played out phones
and as time goes by you´re still there
betting on the racers
silently she kept singing
a song they´d never sung
never sung
SAFE TOMORROW SUN
The cotton brains
in parades for common homes
and barricades
on my shoulder sits
a white canary bird
while the nomads fly a kite
around the world
In the safe tomorrow sun
in the safe tomorrow sun
With cotton grails
and crusades on burning coal
through hurricanes
now my pokerface delight
is red alert
all you soldiers are designed
and never burnt
In the safe tomorrow sun
in the safe tomorrow sun
IN COMFORT´S TIGHT CLOTHES
Thank Utopia, say "hope"
as speeding cars howl
as sudden sparklers glow
and fevered hearts pound
your sailor found a home
a bubblegum globe
the hungerstriking soul
Your trembling heart says go
upwards down below
stumbling through the flow
in comfort's tight clothes
What spirals down
in bunkered charmed crowds
with glittering diamonds' ghosts
on grieving dark grounds
your sailor found a load
of crumbling spines' bones
the sunken shining gold
Your trembling heart says go
upwards down below
stumbling through the flow
on conquered mined roads
A rainbow found your eyes
your underwater skies
the slumbering diver's mind
Your trembling heart says go...
TERRA FIRMA LEGION FAREWELLS
Rainbow souls are dreaming in the ground
I sobered up and held the constitution´s crown
with cotton spears on crater maps
we´re treading out your path
Where danger is a travelling company
in border towns we left the great official speech
with cotton beasts you set me up
I was waiting for a bus
and the living
Now heaven´s fields are golden in the prayer
the saviour comes with drinks for all his shuddering lambs
on the other shore someone´s waving back
one billion cats in bags
down the river
SHORT RED BLINKS
Planeride through worry
cold blanks of winter
you will know about the war
in the ranks in the hurry
But you're numb
and human history's adrift
where we are only blinks
the short breath
on the wind
Raindance for money
whole lives unwritten
you will know your mirage
in the wrecks in the splinters
And love
is just something weird or fixed
and we are only kids
in seeing what it means
And now you're done
human victory eclipse
I see all lonely ships
at the horizon something blinks
at the horizon something blinks
PAPER TANGERINE CRUSH
I'd better throw the flames into the water
or go talking to the beepers in the ground
where we are not reborn
the tailors of your sacks
where ducks can fly me home
to a bright-eyed open field
that fades on me
Jody got loaded on a beanstalk
while all the clocks got fat and old
now with traitors' tangerines
and lepers' drowned trombones
the cops will drive me home
as a white-and-black relief
repaints a dream
The itching tans
the global heart
the bubble in the cage
as motors jam I'll stand there
watching feathers sail
on recruited legs
with white veneer on golden means
through panic doors the righteous-deed-machines
talk loud and clear
Now with paper tangerines
and leopard-spots-controls
the docs will guide me home
on a spider's back unseen
it fades on me
you fade on me
FELLOW CITIZEN STARS
Now sailors walk the shores
where fortune strands
and wrecks get drowned indoors
where strangers park in rows
I dig up stars to shine
I dig up stars to shine
on alligators' free ground
Where hatred blocks the phone
the forger grants a theft
that's vile and slow
where people spark and grow
I dig up stars to find
I dig up stars to find
The favours I afford
on sheltered beds of sand we float ashore
like grains in a crowd
where hundreds of rivers entwine
I dig up stars to shine
I dig up stars to shine
on isolation's free ground
EASY PIRANHAS
You are not my pilot
riding out the storm
you are not my sort
you're just another clown
a puppet in a lounge
You are not my climber
you've got it in the bag
but you are not my pal
you're just another whore
you're just another whore
You are not my saver
you've got it in the file
but you are not my kind
you're just another whore
rotting on your porch
oversold and bored
You fill my breath with diesel fumes
and a funny smog that smells
of hope and perfumed lungs
of cuddly singsong hosts
You set your clocks by me
like feeding on someone's head
in the stables
your daughters will be heaven-sent
So fill my tanks with bleeding fuels
and a sunny shock that wraps me up
in dirty sheets from collective beds
unmade
PRO-FILES
The solitary wars
in a littered heaven
I see her riding on
throughout the globe
on a motorbike
to fuel the sun
while clerks begin
to moan
Hey where are you going?
hey there
now your stuntman´s diving in
your quicksand pros
you didn´t mean to
you didn´t mean to
Planetarium dwellers
high in the race
for immaculate plainness
and charms
in brick havens
where martyrs feed their own
Hey where are you going?
hey there
now your gunman packs it in
your tiptop pros
didn´t see you
were you wise to cope
while things just kept aging
Hey where are you going?
hey there
now your stuntman´s riding in
your quicksand pros
you didn´t mean to...
you didn´t feel new
CAPE PERENNIAL
Bakers of hopes
wide-eyed in dreams of a needle
and condors like planes
in the mouths of whales
slumber is safe in the ocean
You had a large heart
you had a large heart
you had a large heart
now are you the one
hating yourself to be whole
Tankers of holes
the wayfaring lights of a beacon
in bunkers on capes
in the crowds of apes
you hunger for praise and a feeder
You've had a long walk
you've had a long walk
you've had a long walk
now are you the one
with colours that are bolder
slowing the heart
to float on your back in their arms
BETTER NOT BE SO
You loved your dolphins til you fell
for standard-bearers' charm
but now it's time to pass
and your old transmitter's crashed
But that's just stupid enslaving thoughts
how to make your story short
to be better off alone
it better not be so
One thousand hatchets in your bags
on asphalt along the line
you mistook your censored hopes
for no-admittance zones
And now your sacrifice is a sham
you did not quite come up to them
so you're better off unknown
it better not be so
But this is where it has to start
in a minefield in a trap
in a sailplane off the ground
with a new transmitter's sound
And while doctors offer stress
brainwash mags and tests
you better not be home
it better not be so
it better not be so
ALL POINTS BULLETIN
Sweeping the rivers
for my missing body
the name tags
the numbers in the files
flushed into the sewers
like the old sores
and the new trash
That´s what they would do
that´s what they will do
Sweeping the oceans
for my sunken treasures
the same gags
the blunders and the mines
swinging whores and deaf towers
in line for the distant powers
And you´re ashamed
so you´re not ashamed
HIGH FIVE HIERO
Poolguards and sharks
little petty cops´alliance
stiff fingers on a forty-five
in the locker
face packs and crash bags
and flies on the walls
Sipping highballs
waiting around for woes and thrills
and child-star daughters
saints are coming in flashy cars
and we are given
to always keep the party clean
Heat rash and smog
sold out manuals on dying
big gas trucks
and a fat cat adding water
sunny sides and rat traps
debaters to fill up the forms
Sad orations
for your creatures´rolling heads
and spiteful sinners
for you all
I´ve got one safe card
to bail you out
PERPETUAL EMOTION MACHINE
Hello my star
shining out there
for culprit prayers
deplored our hearts
in the pitchdark halls
defiled into their arms
for more
adored
Hello my friend
hiding down there
fallback saviours´heirs
informed their hearts
of the safeguard charge
indoors you crawled
through winters and wars
for more
ignored
Goodbye my friend
I guided us here
to a culture death
deformed our hearts
in the welfare ark
they found the way
to your house of cards
for more
for more
THOUSAND COLOR CLASH
We stepped inside your house
where thousand blurry colours clashed
teach me how to dance
to cultivate my own distress
put your hand up
if this implicates a fraud
state your presence and aquaintances
for everyone
Centered buildings
made me small and safe
but apt to crash
on shaky platforms we install the things
your brain invents
now take your hat off
while they infiltrate our bones
entertain the wrecks
by hunting down another goat
I enter buildings
full of choking rage
and bunker doors
on aching platforms we deform a face
as motors roar
take my head off
now that thousand colours match
invite your best squad
this will all be yours
but bound to pass
BOLDER ACROBAT
Blinders' curfew, blinkers fast
a dry-land world viewed
through a looking-glass
there's a short route to the coast
from strangers' lightened flats
one hundred years from anyone
you're a siren and a mask
Liars' perfume, hunters' plaques
the tired virtues
around all sudden plans
in the courtroom of a mind
I saw papers piled and blank
one hundred years from everyone
you sat silent in the back
Go take down Parthenon
go take down St Peter's
at the gates of Babylon
I need a bolder
I need a bolder acrobat
Guidance whirlpools, withered trash
financed and hurt-proof
as all your summers passed
there's a fortune to be sown
by failures' splintered hands
one hundred years from anyone
you're the driver and the map
Go take down Parthenon
go take down St Peter's
at the gates of Babylon
I need a bolder
I need a bolder acrobat
SWIMMING TO GALAPAGOS
You wrapped your arms
around the world today
while birds got out of jails
while clocks were dreaming fast
but words run out of gas
with grieving wagons' loads
through marts and velvet homes
the jugglers and the clowns
you swore they'd never find
a war inside a mind
You kept your heart
in mines and naked lakes
while Earth got lost in space
now clocks are beating fast
and covers enter our past
on bleeding wagons' roads
in parks and western domes
we're rubbing out the signs
you swore they'd never find
a war inside a mind
21st CENTURY PARADISE TRAVELLER
In crowds like burdens
I feel hundreds of worlds
flowing through my head
then entering the patterns
of shallow ghosts
Did I get saved
from every evil cause
in my bad dream
I cover up a treasure
with a map of gold
And I had plans
for travelling planets
to revolve around things
in blinking searchplanes
And I've been sleeping by the fires
out where the Mojave cracks
for countless days I'll breathe
but hunger is the habit
that walks you home
Til then we'll wake up into a world
that we've deflated
we were running up the mountains
and on summers' paths
Into the sun
what lack here is killing us
what grace is free
I need no home
just something else that matters
And I've been wandering down on Earth
on strangers' latitudes
through states of kings
a weary soul
but with pockets full of ambers
And I've been teaching myself Hollywood
and Washington and New York City
upon billions of ladders
towards the sun
Did I stand a chance
in strangling cannons
to become what I've lived
on ticking earthquakes
And I was breathing doubt and fire
as the big panorama cracked
in soundless trains I'll dream
as the star-spangled banners
are kissing the wind
THE OCEANOGRAPHER
One billion future states
are floating in the shallows
we lie dreaming
on airbeds out at sea
far from Hollywood
and dusty roads to Vegas
and you're no longer
your own target in the breeze
Along the ocean lanes
you've wondered where this ship goes
in the doldrums
now happily divorced
from burdened coasts
and lifeguards in towers
and I no longer need your lawyers
to be free
One billion future states
dissolving in the heatwave
you lie sleeping
in seashells on a floor
far from Washington
and the T-man's ugly sermon
and you're no longer
your own target in the freeze
no longer in the margin
of their reach
HUMAN PELAGIC
Labeled hearts
for your mobile cop to fill
the drifting boats
where your coders left your will
to keep you here
out on your own
on a glowing sphere
with loads of beer
Haloes spark
while the sonar spots your hints
in glacial forts
where your donors check your bills
to take you out
up through the clouds
and they never will
interfere
You had a dream of a gold
in your eyes
to imagine us being more
how your island sinks down
into the ocean
and how your clothes
are no longer fit
for no man
for no man
You had a dream of a gold
in your eyes
to imagine us being more
now your island sinks down
into the ocean
and your clothes
are no longer fit
for no man
for no man