It was just a hangout..
struggling to be brave;
Denying every doubt
overcome with nausea.
What’s your sharp gaze about?
I cannot look away…
now fear’s starting to sprout.
A claustrophobic cave,
I may never get out…
everything uses cruelty to exist
everything has claws barbs poison
glass that falls breaks becomes a threat
bodies that jump and turn to blood
like the junkie from the 701
or miss rivotril from 904
so long not being what we are
missing when life slipped
little hurting when and if it hurt
are you on vacation up there?
does the manager remain absent?
tell me if you also wait
something that velvets the obtuse angles
something that applies painless bandages
that bring back the white clouds
mattresses to stop voluntary falls
something that keeps scissors cuts butchers away
and the harsh noises
and the slanting glances
something that soothes human agony
to have conscience and body
mercilessly tied to each other
There’s some mornings I wake up
I realize I made it all up
The drama, the stage, the curtain
The actors and their scripted burden
And somewhere in the dark theater,
We’re lit by a sudden flashing
And all that history will recover
Are the pistols of assassins
The pistols of assassins
There’s some moments I break free
The constraints of my perspective
On an ocean one cannot see,
One mustn’t try to be too objective
But somewhere beyond the parting waves,
I see a wreck on a heap of sand
Overgrown with tropical flowers
And wouldn’t you know
Wouldn’t you know
Wouldn’t you know
That I recognize that man!
There’s some evenings I go down
To the Bouville Cafe
But I can’t touch my espresso
And the room begins to sway
And somewhere within the din of the throngs,
I come to wonder what is wrong
Then melting away is every facade
And all that lingers is a jukebox song
Called “Nausea”
That’s the echo of a jukebox song
Called “Nausea”
I dreamed of fantasies
Undone and hollow
The sea passed beneath a shadow
Alas! It did not last
To tell the end
Of this gladness
Send me to the real world
Hold on tight, for I just might
Let go of this moment,
Be gone
For as I lay, the sun burns
Staring at the broken
Bits of pictures and memories
Blown by the breeze
I did not know anything
Of what is real or not
And what is lasting
Lines just walk through the ceiling
But life changes as the bed folds
Because of people
Who became part of it
Sometimes bitter, sweet
Till the lights shine me
Whiteness that I see
Oh! Wake me from this slumber
Up, down, up, down
Oh what a ride,
Round and round, round and round,
I've got quite a feeling inside,
Ever constant revolutions,
My stomach just gave me a hunch.
Up, down, around, RETCH!!!
Oh dear, I've just lost my lunch.
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