I have been living in Paris since November 2017. At least if life in a small town north of Paris for almost a year counts in as well. Though it is not my first time in Paris. I have been here before. A few years ago, as an intern.
Author Archives: Krstn Drupp
Stone-giant
Sixty steps, the stairway’s broken and you hear the stereo noises
on your knees you heal your bruises
and the raindrops start to roll down the forehead that is cold,
questions looking for their answers in a song that’s pretty dull
where Nottingham has roots in stories so it dreams itself alive
and its paths diverge in alleys that run farther from the Sun…
I have chosen, Ego sum, I was wrong,
perfect sense does not exist in a state of altered mist
it is pressure that transforms dirty coal into cliché shining bliss
– and not a kiss;
his ribs are cut from stone and so are all the looks he’s given
and the devil smiled and put a tingle on your lower Eastern lip…
Just amazing
Belle and Sebastian – Sister Buddha
Music
I need music to put the days in motion
for music is the color of the life I gathered
and my core burns notes instead of carbon,
I need dancing in my soul even if my feet be freezing
and the jumping beat of changing weather,
to close my eyes and surrender to the dreaming…
So sing to me your longest ballads stranger
don’t let sunshine pass without your fingers playing
and paint your pastels in the fountains of my lights,
I live on rhymes and lyrics spoken from the heart
may your voice be more than just vibrations
and your chords be strings your feelings stroke…
Nil
There’s no fight, there is no war
we give up and we go home,
we don’t scream, we do not cry
it is so late, why even try?
Dust’s a carpet on the floor
our shoes do walk no more,
and the mirrors won’t reflect
any thought we’ve never had…
Rain’s still filling up our rives
sailing boats down to the sea,
there’s an island without trees
used to shovel up our dreams…
There’s no struggle, no debate
tore down this wall we’ve made,
we do not speak, see to the south
there is light but it’s not ours…
Sunday’s 5
1. SYML – Mr Sandman (Live from The Record Parlour)
2. The Moth & The Flame – Young & Unafraid
3. Kate Wolf – The Wind Blows Wild
4. John Moreland – Heart’s Too Heavy
5. Uncle Lucius – Keep The Wolves Away
The crossing
I cannot walk for I have lost my feet
rain is pouring washing my last words
I need a big fire to bring a little light
in this valley in the middle of the night,
I still got the guns but forgot how to use
the powder is wet and my will in rust
tonight the stars won’t show direction
I need a friend in whom to put my trust
and Steve lies on a floor many stories ago
where my dreams rest behind shut doors,
and the night is getting even darker
I try to shout but my lungs won’t listen
falling faster and deeper than ever before
relapsing on drugs to blind me from truth
I won’t believe nor listen to the signs
for it hurts too much finding out
this world of shadows is of human design…
I need to open my eyes and look further
hook my fingers in dirt and start climbing
use my bruises to feel and heal stronger,
to start writing when words won’t come out
and find a friend that may cross mountains…
Glue
How do you sleep at night knowing it’s a lie?
alley cats are blue but her eyes are green with glue
born red she’s turned black, a hooker for the screen
one, two, three… rising stars never got you very far
the music on vinyl made her swing, made her thrill
she came dressed in leafs like the late autumn bliss
yet she does nothing of the things she speaks…
Sonată
Scrie-mi peste umbre frunzele albastre
și fragmente rupte din cărțile desculțe…
Spre orizonturi albe căile se leagă,
în buchete strânse
în dimineți uitate cerul se botează,
zorile sunt gânduri;
și flăcări curg peste treptele ce urc –
eu sunt și o apă…
Naște pentru semne brațele de arbori
trupul meu te poartă barcă peste valuri…
Citește stele sfinte și duhul meu în ceară
pelerini de seară,
nopțile sunt calde, somnul ne conduce
vise împreună,
și șoapte se așează peste mugurii de rouă
tălpile sunt două…
Curge peste tâmple în sărutări umide
o liniște mai mare decât lumea toată…
June 2
First love came like rain in June
second one would crumble down,
and the girls that danced since then
their eyes will fade like misty winds,
but this One, she’s here to stay –
calls you ‘darling’ every day
can’t believe the dream is gone
and you are very much awake…
took her hand one night in Paris
you did help her find the way
kissing softly on your cheek
she did help you cross that bridge….
funny gifts and one pink tie
she brings sunshine on her skies
and you hold her dearly too
like a diamond ring or two…
Un Jurnal Neverosimil 