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RETURNING (1998)

Roads of limetrees
fruits are still unriped
days are steaming hard
but nights are cool
paper say "an asteroid is coming"
meanwhile serve the breakfast by the pool

latin families make their way through crowdy streets
BQ dishes
perfume from domestic ladies
Athen sisters walk infront of chubby mothers
the pliad sinking

dogs without a friend
and ragged furs
searchihing afterdark to find a home
could it be
the last in line returning
could it be
the best is yet to come

wish to pull the fever down
that you had the money
just to stay
and then realise
your own intentions
and find out
this is just another place

latin families make their way through crowdy streets
stars are sinking
ancient ruins glowing in the eyes of poets
children playing
swimming in the waves at sunset
students drinking speaking english growing old
pliad sinking

WALLS COMING IN (1999)

My memory’s just awful
Our glasses gleaming lovely
Heavy curtains hanging down
cut the crap and love me
just feel the resurrection
sin and all mysterious action
thirst is beating in my head
shut your eyes and leave things to me

you just smile, that’s the sign
outside snow is falling peacefully

Walls coming in
Holding your wrists
Come and kiss your honey again
That is our blood
That is our blood
pouring from your open mouth
open mouth

This place is – is kind of
This place is kind of holy
like some (like some) like some ancient story
or a grave, but I don’t give a damn
You know I must hate what I can see but do not
understand
Don’t be so scared, you won’t escape
The air is soaked with sin
C’mon, let go, your arms so soft
and your dark eyes tell me so

HOME (1999)

We sat sinking in the dark

beneath the Cosmonova colours circling blue above our heads,

above our pitiful, sucking lives.

The sun glowing like a dream, cherry-red or kind of bloodish

– so how can we meet at all, where is the time, the point?

Where is the place, is there a thing such as grace, at all,

now I know that I must leave you erase your names from all that I’ve felt.

How can we fill all the time that we spilled, eating forward like canyon, revealing everything I’ve hated so

If you sense a home, and you’ve dug it deep enough,

it turns into a faith, you’ll never come back

– you cannot prove it though, but you hammer nails into your hands,

and show them to the world saying here is what she done.

Seeing her was to be seen, like an icon in a dream

- the crowd blurred like sombre ashes,

and cold light fell on the scene, and I knew the lines were writ in advance,

some kind of shit was about to go down behind the stage,

revealing eveyrything we hated so

If you sense a home…

But it is my hand, it is in my hand, it is in my hand, it’s all in my hands…

CHAGALL (1999)

I'm stranded in a basement room 'tween white walls,

there's a picture by Marc Chagall, a man and a woman flying or escaping in the sky,

she is blue, he is green, and the world is underneath.

And you slept here in my grave, your dyed hair smooth and long,

you slept here in my grave, you've been there for so long.

When was it, in another time, love takes time

Is it any point making anything out of this?

Oh I don't know, I don't know.

Are there any interesting contradictions going on,

oh I don't know, I really don't know,

the void's staring in my face

Maybe I shouldn't fix the picuture, might destroy if i I do

We'll just leave things in the prime, 'cause love takes time

I tell you, there's no damn structure here, I know,

and the dreams have always had there own erratic fashion,

you can't really trust them, you know

though they sometimes seem so clear

As if we both knew what will rise from the ashes of our bones,

and the heat our kisses made was enough to make'em glow.

Dreams are just the future, future's just another time, love takes time.

WINDOW IN THE SKY (1999)

This is the place where everythings ended

Long for the hunger and another world

Shining like a Kubrick sun

Sometimes I wish there was something to it

Anyway, like a house in you heart

Something to build from, believe in

All eyes are hollow this time

Nothing to let in this time

Reason firm memory's growing pale

All the colours are gone

And the tracks in the snow

turn into signs with no home

no storm, no treason touch the nerves

that are made of steel

beauty's just a word this time

keep it under glass this time

beauty's like a horrible lie

breath will cease, mouth is shut

my eyes are closed & you will go away

I've just come to show

I've got nothing to tell you

and your eyes tell me

we've got nothing to build on

I'm twisting in an imagery

but no mother Mary comes to me

speaking her words of wisdom

fingers tight

mouths is shut

my eyes are closed

and you will go away

still you find it so hard to believe

that everythings drained

couldn't it be like a palm over there

flickering in the rain

or a window in the sky

with an eye looking down

tears pouring over her coat

making me quiet and stunned

making me quiet and stunned