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Tuesday Night
02:59
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We stopped for whisky shots
And set to cross the northern countries
Trading candle sticks and hope words
At the peaks of bar stool mountains
We went inside the beast of ordinary commerce
We, raised on honey mountains by the sea
We would be lemon-moons half-lit in the dark
Like satellites, spinning sending signals
Ceaselessly across the stars
We lived on the kindness of strangers
And sent letters to angels
We knocked on doors with queens on the other side
We were dancing on a Tuesday night
We’ve walked all the aisles
Of subway burgs that seemed the future
Night caps at sun-up,
Had paycheck numbers
We came outside the beast owing all our summers
We, raised on honey castles by the sea
We would be half-princes self-cast in the dark
Like satellites spinning, sending signals
Ceaselessly across the stars
We lived on the kindness of strangers.
And sent long letters to angels
We’ve knocked on doors with queens on the other side
And we were dancing on a Tuesday night
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2. |
If I Ever Sang
03:09
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If I ever sang it was to name the outside
All the things I’ve named, they became mine.
Tonight I’m everything I used to hold
But the one I’ve lost which I’ve called my own
I was craned over black rocks,
Carved on golden backrooms,
My fingers have knots
From piercing the moon.
I’ve studied all lists
With tricks to see through
The mass of the nights
Never claimed in my youth
If I ever sang it was to name the outside
All the things I’ve named became mine.
Tonight I’m everyone I’ve ever loved
But the one I’ve lost when I’ve changed my words
Streetlamps, they’re stars
As we walk out of the bar.
She asks for her coat,
I threw her my scars.
I was sold every list
With tricks to guard
That mass of a body
I see now from afar
If I ever sang it was to name the outside
All the things I’ve named became mine.
Tonight I’m every wish I have revealed
But the one I’ve lost when I made it real.
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3. |
Means & Ends
03:20
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Later it got dark
Then it was just a start
You were standing in the room
The light was soft in the afternoon
And our dreams, they were left all the way in the back
Your friends, they walked forth
And went to that fish place out in the port
We were left tied in your shawl
Next to the pictures on the wall
And that tall balcony door
We leant forward
We heard the city roar
And waited for your friends -
Means, they were better than the ends.
There were almonds and champagne,
We drank and we left our pains
Past the river-crossing ferries
And that picture of the Golden Gate
Later it turned gold
But then we were just bold
Any couch would be enough
To sail around the Cadiz gulf,
To drop away the anchor and the boat.
We leant forward
And stayed for a month
We entertained your friends:
Means they were better than the ends.
We drank all the champagne
We drowned and we left our pains
Past the river-crossing ferries
And that picture of the Golden Gate
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4. |
Sea Dream
03:12
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I see the seabed
As I lay my head
It’s seven meters below
And I’m floating
Above splendid rocks
And waving gardens
Where creatures close
Their deepest fears
It’s on the threshold
- Where evenings unfold
That darkest veil
And the dreams sail
Across the horizon -
That I get lost
Trapped between seasons
And weather plots
That single moment
A day’s poem
The headboard’s holding
All the elements:
Everything at once.
Underwater dust
And light droplets
That were cast to us.
They remain
Bearing the heights
We seize up in the night
I see the bottom
I see the phantom
Of a youngman’s angst
With his mind against
That navy blue veil
That covers his dares,
His nervous panting
And all of his cares
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5. |
Villain
03:51
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I am not a villain, I just try to remain
Still, as when the night falls and the lights in the hall
They fade away
Like songbird chirps
When they go at dusk
To find another place
I am not a better man than the child I was then
When leather sandals hurt my feet, my wit, my runs
Behind the marching band.
Now they seem more
All these things I’ve stored
Up in my head
I’m keen for innocence, let it live in any sentence
Brought down from kingdom come. They won't save us, son.
Let them amuse:
I look up at noon
For a different tune
I hope it comes soon
I am not a villain, I just try to regain
That creed in grandma’s hands, that Bill sang like no one can
But now he rests
With songbirds’ chirps
That the morning takes
As the prayers sit
I am keen for innocence, seen in any sentence
Brought down from kingdom come. They won't save us, son.
Let them amuse:
I look up at noon
For a different tune
I hope it comes soon
I’ll refuse obedience to stale and lifeless sentences
Penned down by copywriters from the holes of vicious miners
That the world still approves:
I look up at noon
For a whole new tune
I hope it comes soon
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6. |
Black Sand
03:45
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We ran away on Sunday mornings
‘Dared God’s will with our skills in fake holsters
Drawn fast, made up pistols against:
The tyrant of boredom
Lord of the order
King of the borders
That took us by the hand
Away from the black sand
Where we came from
We scorned the fool and all his rules
Preaching the old and baffled tune
Preaching the things we couldn’t know
Haven’t we ran with early glow
We crossed the bay “a marching band”
And pressed our feet down on the sand
We hoped to grow tall as the mounts
That hold the ghosts inside their mouths
The port was reached at tilted sun,
A ferry sailor took my gun
I took his face to bear in grave
When we’re all done shunning the waves
The ferry boats held on the piers
Landing women with salt for tears
With fruit baskets on their heads
And flower mats for their dead
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Borders
03:54
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I’ll bear with your taste, dear.
When it comes to faces
You’ve always saw things
On a better light
You’ve raised the reasons
You’ve raised the right
To win over the crowd
Bear with my thoughts, dear,
For I have often sought
To watch over the world
With my own eyes
I have my faces
I have my cries
I have been summoning
You haven’t learned the borders
But you were holding my sore hands
When you asked again
If I wouldn’t make it so hard
If I would ever lower my guard
Just to let you have it the way you wanted it
Baby, I’ll climb a mountain in your behalf
But I couldn’t move it if I wanted to
I’ve always listened to your side, dear
But I too I have my sighs
They fit best to my limbs
As I walk the road
I am doubted
And I hold
All these words in my throat just until I can’t anymore
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8. |
When the Winter Comes
03:44
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I try to make amends
Repair the steps we took
We stood on the wrong foot
We locked away the sun
And we’ll fall down one by one, when the winter comes
If asked I’d come again
We were good at talking
We spent nights walking
I wish we’ve listened just as much
But we’ll fall all at once, when the winter comes
I try to be fair, son
But we’re pushed around by some
And we’re down while they suck
Our worth in sweat and blood
But they’ll fall with us, when the winter comes.
I brushed away the sand
We look out for kin and friends
We do it now, we’ve done it then
We’re hard-wired militia men
And we’ll fall one by one, when the winter comes
I’ll be giving time to time
Clenching my hand as it runs by
The crowd’s pushing
To make it yonder
Meek were aiming for the skies
And swindlers scraped by
The crowd’s pushing
They’ll take it further
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9. |
Little Lizard
03:14
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Little lizard turning
Black rocks in a patchwork:
They combine in my mind.
They’re laced but no one told them
And they stare at lazy cats
Licking their paws in silence
The sun’s crisp, and the breeze,
They’re fighting over a plastic sheet
That is taking all the sound space around
Plastic makes some noise
In the wind it has a voice
Though he hasn’t much to say
People turn their noses
And look right where he poses
As he sells stings for roses
Bait works on the guts
It just hangs from above
Like a promise to get something,
We’d better raise hurricanes
Westbound to paradise
Where our riches, they’re dug under sugar cane
Everyone else is on the run
The worm’s stalking the bird
But she’ll leave him out to dry
He couldn’t know it’s just a flirt
I guess someone’s out of touch
He has been living above the earth
But the sun’s crisp, and the breeze,
They’re making a fuss over a plastic sheet
That is taking all the sound space around
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10. |
Happiness
02:00
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Happiness is like a bird with twenty wings
Try to catch him as he flies
Happiness is like a bird that only sings
When his head is in the skies
You can try to make him walk beside you
You can say the door is open wide
If you grab at him, woe betide you
I know, because I've tried
Like a butterfly upon an April morning
Very quickly taking fright
Happiness is come and gone without a warning
Jack-O-Lantern in the night
I will follow him across the meadow
I will follow him across the hill
And if I can catch him I will try to bring you
Oh yes, happiness
If I can catch him I will try to bring you
All my love and happiness
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P.S. Lucas Lisbon, Portugal
literary drifts, musical stiches and a lot of wandering by Pedro S. Lucas (Medeiros/Lucas, O Experimentar)
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