In Blindenschrift Ich frage
In Blindenschrift Ich frage
I asked for forgiveness, moved closer
Like singing winds, kind winds, gentle beach winds
I\'m the common denominator and I can\'t believe my mind
Can\'t believe I\'m on the borderline like I can\'t believe
The childish devilment and daredevil stunts
The chime laws are holding me hostage
It will look like a rainbow when I\'m finished
I\'m so exhausted, can\'t write for a year
Went mad like Van Gogh and cut off my ear
For a year I lived like a dreamer, a runner, runner
Couldn\'t get any slumber and I choked on aphorisms
There was no scintilla of evidence but a newborn phobia
Like a Poindexter, Ghidora-sized in my eyes
Doing the long dance with the spirit of the garden
Under the pale moonlight
I froze, could hear the strum of a guitar
It was like a happy skylark chasing the fierce tidal waves
Calling me to my death like an egghead\'s fantasia
Deep in the caves
I made my chef-d\'oeuvre with my magic powers
Made my way back to sanity without a scratch
Outshining the garland like a rare diamond
Around the neck of a recusant
As always, when I look back I get this ache
A certain nostalgia I can\'t explain
It grows like vines in my bones and then
I feel peripheral, living in a wanton world
I am not of that ilk, more like a mastiff
Lounging on a couch
Idle and set in my ways
Raised voices and police sirens reverberate
Wanting their fifteen minutes of fame
On the red carpet
Like vessels, fossils, and notorious umlauts
In the doggerel and in the chorus
I\'m in the clouds, hungry and looking for fish
Writing is driving me madder than you\'d think
I\'m sinking faster than the Titanic
Held in a lunar synthesis
I wish things would go back to normal
I haven\'t seen the sun shine in all her glory
Since I kissed goodbye to last winter
I\'m starting to wonder if it\'ll ever be the same
Like the nucleus of an atom
A faint glow has captured my attention
I can\'t be the hero with a shiny motto
I\'m going off script, off the grid
I can\'t handle it
My sour thoughts are torturing me
Saying things about sodomy and death
In the wild the blood flows like endless pleasure
I am a lotus-eater, with a cigarette in one hand
And a drink in the other
I\'m thinking about my mother, the ocean, the moon
My wasted youth has been reduced to nothing
Like a still life painting in a museum
Now I\'ve been taken over by adulthood wanderlust
I hate the tussle, when it\'s the Hour of the Ox
Sometimes I want to run off and board a train to Paris
And then visit the pyramids in Egypt
I get this sudden itch
I hear the angelic voice of a child
Like a candle I snuffed out
Like a jealous sibling wanting attention
At the mountain top
I made a mosaic out of my insecurities
I made a mosaic out of my mistakes
Made a sorry apology
Fell and landed on the Wandering Rocks
With jewels for teeth and stars for eyes
Strange creatures went passing by
Like chips and sirens
I called out for my daddy like Telemachus
With a heart drowning in solace
Drowning in boundless grief and heartache
I ran into my daddy\'s arms and cried like a baby
Tied to my memories of Jim and Neil
I don\'t know how I\'m supposed to feel
I wish life wasn\'t real.