~ C I N d Y T A L K ~

i set aside some time to look up into the heavens,
but what i see is not rich but a camouflage heart
on a lakeside . . .
desire . . . write on the mirror to me, this the perfect message:
you have the twisted head of fate my love, i see the world when i look
into your eyes.
ragged and standing (the image of a waif) darrah paused for
a moment and moved forward, rocking the boat at first
gently and then not so. and further in . . . was a fear of drowning . . .
or a love of being sucked under. breathless . . .
Fear was whiling away the time, lost beneath a mass of
unreasonable rhetoric. and then taking hold.
. . . a peep above tells me that nothing is ever as it may seem,
you last no long time and be a whore like me and she is,
and you can throw my ashes back in my face when i am gone
for i shall spit at the stars as the sun becomes my friend.
isn't she a picture-box. isn't she a love-nest a place to be
a whore . . . pick up all the dead-ends smoking it all comes up and in . . .

desire . . . a singular vision . . . an attempt at something
beautiful/something of a blissful mess. caressing . . .
and what of fear . . . stealing all the good lines, seeing
more than the rest and always, always playing the part
to perfection.
the boat going under with darrah swimming unfish-like
and relentless.
the fountain sits on the edge and sings: the spirit cannot be
borken if the spirit is true.
. . . so look further into the bushes by the lake, for
the heart still beats and beckons you to it. only a few
will reach the heart for the masses would abuse it.
the temple is burning down . . . faster than you could ever
imagine. faster than you could ever imagine. the temple
is cutting through into the sacred shrine . . .
i drink from a strange fountain knowing it can never last.
ich liebe dich. ich liebe dich. ich liebe dich.
for us there can be quiet laughter . . .

desire
twisting
as doubts fall down
touching
moved to destruction
desire
desire..

write on the mirror to me
this the perfect message:
you have the twisted head of fate my love
i see the world when i look into your eyes
say this to me
ours is the..
ours is the glory

(this is real)
and we look to the skies with wild attraction

i live for pain,i live for pain

hold onto the railings
my friend
we're just one step away
from the big hit hit
we've been laughing much too much
our faces start to crack
an open space
a playground park
running all over our faces..

it's luxury
it's luxury
it's luxury
still now
don't look down...

(walk in,walk into my menagerie..)

the knife that touches the heart
and splits the soul in two
it rages in the ragged cage
and spits no silent storm
the knife that touches the heart
and splits the soul in two
it rages in the ragged cage
and spits no silent storm

under glass the reptiles flinch
pandoras' box does open

controlling open and precise
let the steam rise slowly
ahh the sweetness chicken head
full of western promise

tonight the prostitute takes all the chances
left for someone not so dear,left for someone
not so dear,so dear,so dear...

and we can pour the wine out
sing the last song
the song that makes our hearts thump
in time to that proud beat
but will the power last between our teeth
or only between the sheets?

i dream of crossing into madness
before the slumber... hits
some white vision
a naked trust
never there
a falling madness...
something howls
but only sounds in my head
i follow further..
an attempt at something beautiful
something of a blissful mess
the howl continues...
the beauty rests on me then disappears
being replaced by the smell of burning
burning like a torch of tar
(a light in this darkness
a sign...)
my hands are held and pulled along
coughing and screaming
my body is dragged until unconscious
...in the grass-like snakepits
this wholesome body is a love-nest stranger
all locked in embrace
some language of love gets me down on the floor
all arms flailing
it was a violent kind of sex
and some fucked up baby lies staring at me
it's a slow slow death
it's a slow slow death
down! down! running at the light-flash
and moving with no sight
-hindsight just fucks me-
this wholesome body
is a love-nest stranger
still locked in embrace
some sick embrace
..waking at the edge of snakepits
and loosening the grip
my eyes are tired
my body dying
my head is raging
questioning
the snakepit was never in sight for real
i stumble backways into some glare
a mirror reflected this all
and made some garbled point
failing to understand
i move on..
nothing else existed
no sleeping dreams
no film-like nightmares
just a walk without defence
a falling madness
a falling madness.

caressing...
caressing...
the fountain sits on edge and sings
the spirit cannot be broken if the spirit is true

make the snake in your eye
- penetration
make the snake in your eye
caressing...

caressing...
i won't drop down,
i will drag you under with me
i want to bleed,bleed this earth dry
wipe the tears from your eyes
wipe the tears from your eyes

caressing...
make the snake in your eye
- penetration
make the snake in your eye
pierce the camouflage heart
pierce the camouflage heart.

the ghost in the squalor
alive and so well
thriving on the mess
and the noize
the ghost in the dirt
and falling around
inside...
maybe only for sunday
maybe only for sunday
the mass and the worship
inside the old system of hanging the martyr
we kneel and stay happy
we kneel and stay happy
there's safety in silence
and dance with the statue
it's cracking the bullwhip
it's cracking the bullwhip
and laughing in madness
it's cracking...
ahhh ahhhhhhhh
there's a wildness inside me
a strangeness coming over
there's a wildness inside me
it's kicking out
it's kicking out

the ghost never smiles
only to worship the soldier
in his neatly pressed uniform
holding weapon and ready to fire
maybe the ghost could walk right through
the smart young soldier so eager to fire
simulating-masturbation
simulating-masturbation
the ghost never smiles
you can tell this is real
for the soldier is has died
and his body is fear
now with the sunday singing quietly...
(maybe the ghost is crying for the young soldier,
crying for the young soldier)
touching my body is fear
touching my body is fear
touching my body is fear
holding my body is fear.

recall...
we can't move
packed together
like some kind of
fish in a box
no room to breathe

a grotesque figure
leaning from a window
waiting for something to fall
recall..
he sees a big parade
and slightly bemused children
waving flags and smiles
recall/recall...

i touched the blindspot
- a costly pleasure
it must be beating without a sound
it must be beating without a sound
another breath of life
a second breath.

heaven can't help you now
everybody is christ
everybody is christ
heaven can't help you now
heaven can't help you now

the window-like shattered
and we all fell down on our knees
laughing...
the joke was us my pretty friend
laugh now...

everybody is christ
everybody is christ
everybody is christ
everybody is christ

imagine all the people
living life today......

heaven can't help you now.