Miss Parisopheles

Miss Parisopheles
Mai 2007

Miss Parisopheles

We're undermen trying to leave
This under-place when we underlive
Closing doors perpetually lessen
And one never sees them open
How can't you explain
That we hate your face?
We hate seeing you happy
Living my life instead of me
We're underpaid in underjobs
Lost in the burst world hub
I try to manage a smile
But you have got all mine

And soon the air and the world shine
And soon the air and the world shine
Once the house will burn out
Once the people will burst out, once

Poor Parisot, you're not enough rich
Do you like your teas
When you lift you small finger?
I knee to your feet
Master of masters
You're not a murderer
You're far better

You swallow each soul
And then spit it to the Devil

I hope i am worth a big red car
Or a nice big home
With the walls made of my bones
Sorry my scar can occur a hole.
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# Posté le mardi 22 mai 2007 11:29

Modifié le vendredi 28 septembre 2007 09:18

It's Not The Wind

It's Not The Wind
It's Not The Wind

There is a thing
Around the house
You can hear his growling
As far as the clouds

He breathes as the wind blows & whistles
To live he steals souls

Under my bed some animals are hiding
They don't want to die in an ugly machine

People think it's a legend & go out to met the wind
And they never come back
Arms & legs of parents, & friends of mine as appetizer
The thing wants a meal
I wish I could kill
You monster.
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# Posté le samedi 09 juin 2007 14:18

Modifié le lundi 11 juin 2007 03:14

My Nevers

My Nevers
Juin 2007

My Nevers

Your todays
Are my nevers
My everyday
Is so heavier
...without you.
I got enough pain
To have become kind.
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# Posté le samedi 09 juin 2007 14:19

Modifié le vendredi 28 septembre 2007 09:18

Ocean In The Air

Ocean In The Air
Juin 2007

Ocean In The Air

There is a distorsion
Of the ocean
It sends out some vibration
I tighten
The sky on the ground
Silence as sound
Limpid but mixed
Liquid but fixed

Ocean in the air
Or air in the ocean
There it's rare
To make a distinction
It's more clever
We've no tool
We think over
There is no rule

The son/sun is watching his sun/son
Since life has begun
And he'll drown in the horizon
And drown in the ocean

They make you drink air
And they make you breathe water
They used to slap the flapper(s)
And cut their blond hair.
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# Posté le samedi 09 juin 2007 14:19

Modifié le vendredi 28 septembre 2007 09:18

Is My Head

Is My Head
Juin 2007

Is My Head

What is dead
is my head
it's my head
it's my head
What is dead
is my head
it's my head
it's my.
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# Posté le lundi 11 juin 2007 06:17

Modifié le vendredi 28 septembre 2007 09:19