I long to taste adventure like the nature of the sea. Always moving, always hiding, all the creatures from beneath. Singing silent songs of sadness, my heart waits for its chance.
Distaste and ignorance are the closest friends can go. 'Cause you cannot love someone. Who you never tried to know. I am the wind that keeps blowing against your coat.
When the time comes I put my feet in the water. It's not as warm as I expect. Will I go down like a preachers son?. Or will I come back up like a world war vet?.
Couldn't be more far from the truth. If you could do to me the things you would do. And I know you're on to me, I'm watching you wanting me. You hung down the rebels and punish them wrongfully.
Lost sense, direction. Nobody knows my name. Confidence, correction. Don't know how to play that game. . Straight line is quicker. Straight line would make me fast.
It?s a beautiful landscape. The sunset makes the coast look so clear. It?s the kind that makes your heart break. But no one has those kind of problems here.
Blissful ignorance.. There's no one competent enough to care.. I am the water that fills your lungs. and slowly forces out the air.. . Take a deep breath,.
People throwing dinars at the belly-dancers. In a sad circus by a trench of burning oil. People throw belongings; a lifetime's earnings. Amongst the scattered rubbish and suitcases on the sidewalk.
I once knew a woman man. A courageous friend I thought. It turned out so wrong was I. When we were up against the wall. . He had chicken liver balls. He had chicken liver spleen.
In the night I look for love. Get my strength from the man above. God of piston, god of steel. God is here behind the wheel. . I'm just working. For the man.
Catherine liked high places. High up on the hills. A place for making noises. Noises like the whales. Here she built a chapel with. Her image on the wall.
White chalk hills are all I've known. White chalk hills will rot my bones. White chalk sticking to my shoes. White chalk playing as a child with you. .
Who the fuck. Do you think you are. Get out. Of my hair. . Who the fuck. Do you think you are. Comin' round. Here. . Who the fuck?. Who the fuck?. Who the fuck.
In the forest lives a monster. he has done terrible things. so in the wood it's hiding. And this is the song he sings. . Who will love me now. Who will ever love me?.
We wanted to find love. We wanted success. Until nothing was enough. Until my middle name was excess. . Somehow I lost touch. When you went out of sight.
The ceiling is moving. Moving in time. Like a conveyor belt. Above my eyes. . When under ether. The mind comes alive. But conscious of nothing. But the will to survive.
I thought that if I waited, things might happen. There was no need to move myself, what's happening to me?. I sit around and sit around, my legs are underneath me.
Water. Walking. Walking on water. Walking. Walking on for years and years and years. Taking it into my head. Living by the right lines. Reading what the very man said.
Welcome! You have entered the cranial vistas of psychogenesis. This is the place of no-time and. no-space. Do not be afraid for I am merely the vocal manifestation of your eternal dreams. I am.
[Jonas Renkse:]. Life, imagination. Missing link in the chain. We will fuel your minds. Color your thoughts. Come to you in waking dreams. . Fire, inspiration.