Post by brujo on Apr 28, 2007 0:14:47 GMT -5
The day failed again in darkness,
visions have given me the time of day
as the broken bones of battle
have met the pave road of rumors..
distance hunted us.
She was pail in the background
her figure danced within a bottle
that reflected in a candle all there is
to a man who has but darkness
(edit)
Our souls met half way in the ocean
in terrible storms we smiled at the horizon
for seeing every fear in its nature
as gardens finally gave away in Ecstasy their labor
(end of edit)
Her sins perfect to my lusted dreams
discovering every weakness in me
as she made me stronger
as she gave her childhood dreams.
every corner felt her loneliness...
every tear, every pore of my skin
as the dawn broke away the spell of her stay.
My broken bones rest in a corner
creating a shadow of memories
that play forward and back
to the silent stare my soul...
that also walked and danced on walls
as the heart of a candle had witnessed before.
I was young and inexperienced
in what a heart could hold
in what pain could reveal..
For my scars have become windows
that contain my sorrow.
I traveled the world
without having to leave your side
and very corner reminds me of this one
even in Rome that summer.
Your hair had played with the wind
and I had found God again in your eyes.
For a man is but a worshiper of higher life.
I felt the twist of what a man can feel...
I have bleed the color of roses in your bed
in that eternal journey to the arms of love
and have already unfolded fate.
It is with this unfound pain,
for it flees and becomes new behind everything,
that I leave your memory behind,
for I carry the burden of forgetting what love is.
Hold my heart in your hands
and understand the nature of my sickness
This is no longer human.
Always
the same old song
the same old spectator
in the same teatro
and who am I
to lose reason
in an act so real
I was sitting with a gothic princess in the cross of salvation
broken bones had shaped into a wooden elixir
Once dragged in street of stone and hate
we had a front view of sinners in the oven
shaken and mixed with prayers and wine
we listened till dusk…. In the same flesh that has washed in the rivers to be reborn
only to be dried in hangers of sins
Some people talk about reality
I have a mad hat
its cloth and stitches keep my sense oh humor… when a rabbit is running late
when the mushrooms have made me many sizes
in order to fit the key hole :: to the other side
My skin and bones and a companion
from the speaker in the middle of it all :: Sound of liquid nature
they had some weird acid running around :: elevation had me
the energy was tuned and the dreamers where dancing:: escaped from the darkness
it rained for a few sounds::time stopped in on her feet
we waited for Hendrix
:: He was fire in the stage::tamed the echo and monsters with an ax
:: and the mind was never the same
she was a blond with passion::her eyes dreamt stillness in her soul
almost red in her heart::earth became a mother:: we had a naked time
falling in the river of laughter:: that raised the moment into its heart
to listen to Clapton
I was there in the last stair in the last echo
We had a good time
it was the end of a cold November
the wind was whispering rain
I met custo in the back of the room::jack needs work:: the FBI was already in our tail
we escaped thru the window of our eyes::waking outside:: o ver and under
they had painted their face with murder
We had taken the Harley for her American made motor
the Cops where cherry trees in the darkness::illusion made the world to be after
Custo graved the gun
and fired wild::lighting up the storm
the music came from a Harley
we knew the road
:: custo had a place to crash:: outside the river bed ten spaces to the south
it was a chaparral :: Juan as the contact::Juan Matus
more pail than brown:: had a wild stare:: a real live wire
he jumped out the back of nothing
and began to shoot...
Sometimes words sleep under the heavy rain
muffled by the sound of foot steps in the corridor
the skin has run with panic
the night has slowly sought her revenge
as children play in the midnight hour
the ripper is sure to find their way
dogs bark in echos from the horizon
in darkness they veiled their hope
In the city of fury
Knock on my door
undress your passion on the wooden floor
let me find the curves of every pore
take away your childhood dreams
forget the morning songs
in this prison of pleasure
In the city of fury
naked skin rest at the edge
There was a man searching for a clue
in the alley ways of painted hearts
building a case against the clown
who burned the house in Firelane Dr
wrinkled by the big top laughter
he was sketched and booked by the stool
the midget had a story
and the show must go on
In the city of fury
A woman sat in the corner
husband raged in the kitchen
hitting the walls in her soul
she escaped to the streets
calling on the winters edge
losing all gravity like a bird
as the night remembered her love
taking her away to her memories
inside her childhood dreams
a world to her self
In the city of fury
The corner felt safe.
as she remember it was just a dream
and found her face in a strangers pillow
waking in a new life
she danced away the pain
and cried for her childcried for the pain of her pain.
and forgot the subtle smell of her sins
that woke the tears of yesterday
“Who is around?
Someone is really hurting.”
said, the angel.
the phone rings ...
hello...
hello..
hello...
yes.
Who is this..
Its me honey
what do you want?
I hate you please leave me alone.
Don’t hate me!... it wasn’t me I promise
it all will be ok
No! stay way we don’t want you any more
God d**n it!!
I will kill you pregnant dog
stop ... calling me..
the FBI has your number
"click"
In the city of fury
lost souls wonder in the edge
injected by the sickness in their bones
dislocating away the reality of any hope
The call had awaken the fear again
and the corner seem to hide away the pain
her child was missing
in the river bed
In that cool winters morning..
in the edge of a good bye
her child dressed in pink leather
it was raining outside
the motor started
and the last glimpse is never reveled
the knife raped the skin
and the screams where final
In the city of fury
In the city of fury... to be continued
visions have given me the time of day
as the broken bones of battle
have met the pave road of rumors..
distance hunted us.
She was pail in the background
her figure danced within a bottle
that reflected in a candle all there is
to a man who has but darkness
(edit)
Our souls met half way in the ocean
in terrible storms we smiled at the horizon
for seeing every fear in its nature
as gardens finally gave away in Ecstasy their labor
(end of edit)
Her sins perfect to my lusted dreams
discovering every weakness in me
as she made me stronger
as she gave her childhood dreams.
every corner felt her loneliness...
every tear, every pore of my skin
as the dawn broke away the spell of her stay.
My broken bones rest in a corner
creating a shadow of memories
that play forward and back
to the silent stare my soul...
that also walked and danced on walls
as the heart of a candle had witnessed before.
I was young and inexperienced
in what a heart could hold
in what pain could reveal..
For my scars have become windows
that contain my sorrow.
I traveled the world
without having to leave your side
and very corner reminds me of this one
even in Rome that summer.
Your hair had played with the wind
and I had found God again in your eyes.
For a man is but a worshiper of higher life.
I felt the twist of what a man can feel...
I have bleed the color of roses in your bed
in that eternal journey to the arms of love
and have already unfolded fate.
It is with this unfound pain,
for it flees and becomes new behind everything,
that I leave your memory behind,
for I carry the burden of forgetting what love is.
Hold my heart in your hands
and understand the nature of my sickness
This is no longer human.
Always
the same old song
the same old spectator
in the same teatro
and who am I
to lose reason
in an act so real
I was sitting with a gothic princess in the cross of salvation
broken bones had shaped into a wooden elixir
Once dragged in street of stone and hate
we had a front view of sinners in the oven
shaken and mixed with prayers and wine
we listened till dusk…. In the same flesh that has washed in the rivers to be reborn
only to be dried in hangers of sins
Some people talk about reality
I have a mad hat
its cloth and stitches keep my sense oh humor… when a rabbit is running late
when the mushrooms have made me many sizes
in order to fit the key hole :: to the other side
My skin and bones and a companion
from the speaker in the middle of it all :: Sound of liquid nature
they had some weird acid running around :: elevation had me
the energy was tuned and the dreamers where dancing:: escaped from the darkness
it rained for a few sounds::time stopped in on her feet
we waited for Hendrix
:: He was fire in the stage::tamed the echo and monsters with an ax
:: and the mind was never the same
she was a blond with passion::her eyes dreamt stillness in her soul
almost red in her heart::earth became a mother:: we had a naked time
falling in the river of laughter:: that raised the moment into its heart
to listen to Clapton
I was there in the last stair in the last echo
We had a good time
it was the end of a cold November
the wind was whispering rain
I met custo in the back of the room::jack needs work:: the FBI was already in our tail
we escaped thru the window of our eyes::waking outside:: o ver and under
they had painted their face with murder
We had taken the Harley for her American made motor
the Cops where cherry trees in the darkness::illusion made the world to be after
Custo graved the gun
and fired wild::lighting up the storm
the music came from a Harley
we knew the road
:: custo had a place to crash:: outside the river bed ten spaces to the south
it was a chaparral :: Juan as the contact::Juan Matus
more pail than brown:: had a wild stare:: a real live wire
he jumped out the back of nothing
and began to shoot...
Sometimes words sleep under the heavy rain
muffled by the sound of foot steps in the corridor
the skin has run with panic
the night has slowly sought her revenge
as children play in the midnight hour
the ripper is sure to find their way
dogs bark in echos from the horizon
in darkness they veiled their hope
In the city of fury
Knock on my door
undress your passion on the wooden floor
let me find the curves of every pore
take away your childhood dreams
forget the morning songs
in this prison of pleasure
In the city of fury
naked skin rest at the edge
There was a man searching for a clue
in the alley ways of painted hearts
building a case against the clown
who burned the house in Firelane Dr
wrinkled by the big top laughter
he was sketched and booked by the stool
the midget had a story
and the show must go on
In the city of fury
A woman sat in the corner
husband raged in the kitchen
hitting the walls in her soul
she escaped to the streets
calling on the winters edge
losing all gravity like a bird
as the night remembered her love
taking her away to her memories
inside her childhood dreams
a world to her self
In the city of fury
The corner felt safe.
as she remember it was just a dream
and found her face in a strangers pillow
waking in a new life
she danced away the pain
and cried for her childcried for the pain of her pain.
and forgot the subtle smell of her sins
that woke the tears of yesterday
“Who is around?
Someone is really hurting.”
said, the angel.
the phone rings ...
hello...
hello..
hello...
yes.
Who is this..
Its me honey
what do you want?
I hate you please leave me alone.
Don’t hate me!... it wasn’t me I promise
it all will be ok
No! stay way we don’t want you any more
God d**n it!!
I will kill you pregnant dog
stop ... calling me..
the FBI has your number
"click"
In the city of fury
lost souls wonder in the edge
injected by the sickness in their bones
dislocating away the reality of any hope
The call had awaken the fear again
and the corner seem to hide away the pain
her child was missing
in the river bed
In that cool winters morning..
in the edge of a good bye
her child dressed in pink leather
it was raining outside
the motor started
and the last glimpse is never reveled
the knife raped the skin
and the screams where final
In the city of fury
In the city of fury... to be continued