SMALL TALK AT BUKOWSKA AND LIBELTA: A poet in Poznan. - Poetry Chapbook, 2012.

“Krabo” They say moon is the same for everyone Streets are hostile or friendly Nothing depends on your luck You exist cause you’re taught to...

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

"Acid in the Lucid Air"

It's spring and everything's in bloom
But I prefer the shadow of the moon
It's night and I can hear you talk
It's day and I ain't seen you walk

To me you're acid in the air
Acid in the lucid air
To me you're acid in the air
Acid in the lucid air

I think I remember your dream
I stole the plans for your machine
It's love and everywhere I look
Holy flowers replace your saddened books
Concrete breaks my heart no more
There's grass and seeds of time on the floor

I work in the shadow no more
I work in the shadow no more

I'm child of space again
On gamma rays
Driving through the streets
Of broken days
Speeding radioactive on my bones
Throwing all the kings off their thrones

To me they're acid in the air
Acid in the lucid air
To me they're acid in the air
Acid in the lucid air

"Mythos"

No more love at the cemetery
Remember easy rider's paths
Pain no longer necessary
Woman's love – forgotten past
Electronic eyes are looking
Through the lies of rock'n'roll
I'm no longer making music
I just had my share of gold

Magic – cheap FX
Life – frozen ash
Mythos – now exposed
Old LPs for sale you'll never know

Silence kills the gentleman
Screams make rockers high
Nothing better than old heroin
Served on clear blue skies

We all watch the news
Grinning
Supermarket churches
Sinning
Ego driven bastards
Winning
Slow impatient madmen
Scheming

Love – stolen rose
God – how banal
Weight of the world
That's no longer mine

Mythos now and women
Bands of old and wine

Silence kills the gentleman
Screams drive rockers wild
Nothing beats old heroin
Served on clear blue skies