told me long ago to listen for the signs
silence bursting out the darkest and most villain vibes
the night aligns the pounding in this cage
I am a hunter, I am also pray
hold you harder, in my dream I walk away
only invisible machines connect us to the stream

Belle and Sebastian – Sister Buddha

Blue girl,
I made you real in my thoughts one night…
Blue girl,
you made me listen to Skid Row and Lita Ford one song at a time,
and I sang to you from Alice Cooper and Lou Reed,
you made me close my eyes and dream –
you ignite my need for absolution…
Blue girl you’re my imagination’s greatest pearl,
and love can not describe my feelings,
I gaze into your eyes and do forget the world,
and all the women that I’ve known are merely an illusion
for you’re are both concept and conclusion;
Blue girl,
my soul is a shade of dark how come you have found the spark?
You read me better than I can speak,
and in your hands I lay my cards,
blue girl I already am, I am gonna make you mine tonight…
Blue girl,
you made me feel your light somehow…

Desenați peste mine prieteni o cruce albastră,
în loc de nume scrieți pe brațe haite de stele din noaptea nunții noastre
și alături de mine să duc jertfă căii nevăzute semințe de arbori și alte necuvinte,
iar voi îmbrățișați zorii că atunci se preschimbă roua în aburii de pâine…

Am să mă întorc în altă dimineață,
sub mâna marelui Olar ce mă recheamă din cenușă,
cu brațe noi din carne și piept cât să cuprindă zări unite de speranță,
cu vise nestatornice și nevoie cruntă de întrebare,
străin între toți și necunoscut de uitare…

În marea noapte, Luna e un felinar de seară
și nevăzutul se transformă în ziua lungă ce-o urmează,
cu duhul dezgolit și stâlpii sprijiniți de brațe mii cu fețe sute
și de veșnicii copii ai gândurilor noastre…

Hello mother, howdy father, what is going on… who’s indoors,
flowers pink and gray from ’88, will they ever smell the same?
Memories have lost their paint and the thoughts, one by one, begin to faint,
no one knows the steps to take, or the pills that make one’s head recall the heist,
only dreams,only dreams will ever dare,
dreams will call the past anew,
words and whispers, sweaty hands and dirty paws put together from the heart
nights of terror, calls to dawn, smiley faces and then, breaking the law,
the ups were high as the downs were worse,
and I used to pray, oh did I pray for the days that came
and dear God heard them all…
but I wish I didn’t pray the one pray that took it all away…
if only so many lights would burn that I’ll find my way as well,
dreams will always dare,
only dreams, they still remain to show my way…

Pigeon Toed – Girl playing the violin to a bunch of doves flittering around.

Good old music came to town Sunday morning when I’m gone
and the children now, could not hear its sound,
Good old music played to last ’till the late beat of my bass
but the children now, could not feel its rhyme…

Sunday evening I recall all the stories of The Old,
paper hearts I used to love, plastic smiles and rubber holes
and it pains me through my bones
that the calling that I hold stood me up when I got bold,
and it pains me thrugh my soul
that the  fever that I hold caught me up when I got cold…
And I’d wish I’ve colored all with a rainbow of a sort,
clouded thoughts and hardy reins to the last one of my days…

Good old music came to town Sunday morning when I’m gone
Good old music for The Old starring words that went untold…

Sunday girl called Brownie
with cupcakes in the window,
come into my house now and show me your sweet reason
when it snows no more at the dawn of season…
Sunday girl called Brownie….