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In Between
03:36
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In between a sword and a wall
Overcome by the Fall
Gathering small defeats
That come to us all
In between your face and the sky
Leaping from sigh to sigh
While we catch our breath
And tell another lie
To make it prettier
To make it nice
To make you smile
While we fall through the night
In between the streets and my room
All the places to roam
All the door mats, all the shoes
All the waiting for news
In between the lion and the dove
I will float just above
And do my best to stand
Coming through on the other end
In between the forest and the gorge
I halt looking at the tops
Of trees for closing whispers
From my lovers and my sisters
To make it easier,
To make it right
To make believe
We’ll outlive every night
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It's Not My Fault
04:19
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“It's not my fault
Your breath, your mouth
Is clean glass and cold”
Sobbing she said
To the man that clad
Her skin with brass and gold
Through the years
Feathers, fears
Were laid upon a bed
That held springs
Winters, kings
And queens dressed in red
But seldom held his words
Morning sounds
Would fill the empty notes
That he would write
And send out in a boat
To drift and rest
Waiting for the day
Blue, bright and fair
Blank to the zealous care
With the words he had to say
It's not my fault
Your arm, your pulse
Is lean, soft: a foal.
Coldly, he said
To the girl that fed,
His being and warmed his soul
Cobble walls
Made the stalls
Where they would sleep at night
Where a velvet foal
Would jump up on a stool
To reach up to the light
But she’d seldom open the door
Choked soft songs
Will crave for fondness and touch
That she would caress
As if they were the first
Inviting for a dance
Reaching for his gaze
She'll breathe one thousand sighs
Transparent to his eyes
With the doors where she would wave
So they plead
For the strength of sea
To come with the tide
And cast them to shore
Wet and sore
So they drowse under the light
At night they play
With movement and sway
And the universe and rite,
They strum the chords
Where words and doors
Will ring forth sound and wide
They are learning how to ride
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3. |
The Terms
04:54
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Smoking a cigarette outside
And peeking through the window
To watch her sleep
Showing her perfect little nose
The television has long been broken.
One less to fill the space
That he fails to face
And append something more
The dog howls as he’d be speaking
In counterpoint with Neil Young
Kindly soothing the questions
She’ll have to answer alone
He’ll pave the way, dear,
That leads to the brink of loss
And he’ll hold there as he takes care
To never fall too short.
Coming to terms with the sky
That yielded the black star
Of all the evil it takes
To master what’s inside his heart
It should be taken as it comes
The sun that flings from west
And sets a prom with the honey shapes
That are woven on their nest
He blows smoke at the trees,
She snugs inside with a glee
In the morning she’ll pull him up
So he can drive her to the sea
She’ll take her time, dear,
Pacing on the brink of loss,
And lean out just as far
As to weigh the perfect fall
Coming to terms with the sky
That yielded the black star
Of all the evil it takes
To hold what’s inside her heart
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Sea Water Drops
04:09
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Sea water drops
Falling around your feet
Make a halo circle
That glows the other way around
You wingless angel
Not fallen nor sainted
The father must’ve mistaken
The color of your eyes:
For they should have been from this world
The center of the earth
A bit below your thighs
As you were Napoleon
Taking his horse by the hand
The ocean gives in
When you stand by its rim,
The salt drying on your skin
It seems like you could just wait:
For the whole sea to dry from this world
You wait like a mother
That takes no cheek
Your arms all quiet, sunburned,
They waited for their turn
It is most fair.
Your body idle there,
Weightless, summer-woman
It feels like I could love you forever
As it was the easiest thing in the world
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Dantes Greetings
03:36
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Dantesc greetings
Say goodnight
Say goodbye
They will make you stand by,
A witness to the rage
That was always there
Hidden somewhere
At least to your eyes
Full of virtues
Full of cares
But it is chess baby
And the queen will die
For her king
For his lies
For her master
For his cries
And nothing else
It is your will
Or it will be mine.
The night will come
The day will come
And we’ll set up a new board
With new rules
And new fools
But ourselves
King and Queen
And nothing else
Fooler than wisest
Wiser than the foolest
Somedays the one
Other days his son
But for the most of it
It will pass by
And we won’t even see
A little bird through the window
Like the others
Ragged, free
Mean without a meaning
Like the others
Like the others
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6. |
My Friends
03:07
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Carnival is out
The masks are on
There’s a world of a colors and shouts
This party was always longed for
They’re a bunch of patched hopers
Holding on to each other
They fall on every step
So they can get back up again
They’re poets writing
With their lit cigarettes
A calligraphic masterpiece
That glows in the night
They smuggle tiny orgies
With all the love they sow
From hand to hand
To everybody they know
Train on the tracks
It seems it’ll always roll
The rails they’ll squeal and they will burn
Perhaps they’ll even get a new turn
They are a bunch of daydreamers
Keeping up with each other
They skip every other step
Just to show the might of men
They’re conmen singing
A most jagged lullaby
That’ll put no soul to sleep
But will paint a new sky
They trade short lines
With all there is to know
But they’ll never take again
The shortest way back home
My friends, they will grow
The size of lighthouses
Kind monsters in the dark
Always chasing the night’s hostess
They’ll be foxy, they’ll be free
They’ll be frowned upon and they’ll be fine
From the darkest pit to dawn
They’ll be gone before they rise
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Lullaby
03:45
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She was cute as a kite
With no line to be held on
Mornings would always find her gone
Birds drinking wine
Still abide by the signs on the lawn
That’s where they’d find the worm
The stars, they hide
On the city’s sky, they’re ashamed
That men could shine just the same
We were kids on the streets,
With all the curbs and pits to be found.
Well, the boogeyman still comes to haunt
She put a coat on his shoulders
Like they were old lovers: it floated,
In the eyes of the beholder
The guitar would play
For a jar made of clay that would pour
The moonlight over our tongues
The leaves in the park
Show us how to part in the Fall
So we can, all, start over again
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But for the sky
You turn your mind
Waiting for shots
Of hunters in the night
They are tracking down
The ghosts that grew
When winter fell
From leafless wounds
They unleash the dogs
And let them go after
Mushroom memories
Pecked by nightbirds
The dirt and the humus
Tend to these blooms
Taught by the howls
And lectured from the stars
With all their wit
From up above
They have waited for a man
To come and save them
Holding them with joined hands
As a worn shell from a gone sea
That left the salt
And the wish
To rest again
At the bottom of the ocean
They are awaken
Each year in December
By andalusian songs
And a woman stomping
On a wooden deck
Just out of Granada
Before they crawl down the hills
Like shy little children
Out of their mothers
They call you for a challenge
Holding a sheet
With charming little hands
The hounds are running
Spellbound around them
The trees have no crowns
And the stars and the howls
Don’t have a thing to say
They have waited for a man
To come and save them
Holding them with joined hands
As a worn shell from a gone sea
That left the salt
And the wish
To rest again
At the bottom of the ocean
That left a trace
Of chalk and lust
To rest once again
At the bottom of the ocean
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Dropped off by the brim of foam
That tops the waves out on the ocean
June skies befall with love
Upon the bodies that rim the land
They lay there, dried salt on his neck
No woe or wonder could ever betray
The ease of a chest laying on the sand
To the noiseless flight of gulls.
Among the careless sprays of the sea
And the cyanic somnolence of the sky,
They hang there as she blows
Everything, everywhere, all the time
Pushed around by the many seas,
The many pebbles under our feet,
The many things that can be done
Can be thought, can be been under the sun
Now they sit on the beach
Looking out the furrows of wonder
Keeping woe under a tree crown,
At bay, kept away from wither
And the corrosive sprays of the sea
Or the pantheistic sopor of the sky.
They hold there as she blows
Everything, everywhere, all the time
It whirls round and round
It pounds swift and sound
The beat that pulses down
From under your bones
Those sweet humming tones
Coming from your marrow
Out into to a noisy carriage
That cruises the landscape of your dreams
Among the offbeat sprays of the sea
Smoking up a lilac veil that’ll wed the sky
And hang there as she blows
Everything, everywhere, all the time
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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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