Monday, November 13, 2006

When The Tune Cannot Be Heard




Bone stiff weariness strikes me down,
On to the floor...
On to the cold wood...
The tune can still be heard,
Chords still ringing in my head.

How fast one seems to catch the idea,
And so slow it manages to slip away.
If ever...

Holding past death feeling somewhat empty?
Should it be another who drinks this water
And not the thirst of injured tongue...

Oh, please just laugh with me.
Let me know it's still within the limits of reason.
That the honest makes nothing in a dishonest realm.
And that even the best can't win all.

One hour, one minute... turn around, one second now.
It's gone. Like the past twenty years.
Where did it go... the rhythm...
I can still hear it, but I can't see it.

It's not the question of where we are going,
But more striking the absence of the horizon.
North sound comes forth.
Lend me an ear quick!
And listen how my knees fall to the ground.

Somebody dig this hole for now...
I cannot finish my grave tonight.
Tomorrow maybe...
When the rest come awake,
Maybe then I'll meet the slumber.

But no musician can tell the tale
As no poet can play the tune.
Let me sleep for tonight...
Let me dream for a moment.

Alas, I can still hear the music in the air.

Sunday, November 05, 2006

Through Glass Lyrics

Stone Sour
Through Glass

I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
Oh God it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home,
sitting all alone inside your head

Cause I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home,
sitting all alone inside your head

How do you feel? that is the question
But I forget you don't expect an easy answer
When something like a soul becomes initialized
And folded up like paper dolls and little notes
You can't expect a bit of hope
So while you're outside looking in, describing what you see
Remember what you're staring at is me

Cause I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home,
sitting all alone inside your head

How much is real, so much to question
An epidemic of the mannequins
contaminating everything
We thought came from the heart,
But never did right from the start
Just listen to the noises (no more sad voices)
Before you tell yourself
It's just a different scene
Remember its just different from what you've seen.

I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
And All I know is that it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home,
sitting all alone inside your head
Cause I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
And all I know is that it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home,
sitting all alone inside your head

And it's the stars
The stars that shine for you
And it's the stars
The stars that lie to you Yeah-yeah

And it's the stars
The stars that shine for you
And it's the stars
The stars that lie to you Yeah-yeah

I’m looking at you through the glass,
don't know how much time has passed ,
Oh God it feels like forever,
but no one ever tells you that forever feels like home,
sitting all alone inside your head...

Cause I’m looking at you through the glass,
don't know how much time has passed ,
All I know is that it feels like forever,
but no one ever tells you that forever feels like home,
sitting all alone inside your head...

And it's the stars
The stars that shine for you yeh ya
And it's the stars
The stars that lie to you yeh ya
And it's the stars
The stars that shine for you yeh ya
And it's the stars
The stars that lie to you……. yeh ya

Who are the stars?
Who are the stars?
They lie…

Monday, October 30, 2006

Stained Stone Step Still




Can you tell me where hours go...
Where time flows...

Some issues have been left unspoken,
Some troubles have remain unwanted.

Mother, can you tell me...
What the flame seeks...

Sometimes rain can't put the fire out,
Sometimes water falls too far.

River lead me to the open sea...
To the ocean I must go...

If you don't recognize me,
Is because it's time for you to move on.

Shadow over my past...
I seem to left behind...

Shadows of my past...
I can't recall...

Shadows of things past...
I simply ignore...

Moonlight lights my road,
Stars set the course.

My shadow follows.
You follow.

I can't stop running...
There is no end in this world...

To my run.
To my game.
To my name.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Reflection: Mountain View


Eager to accept this,
Desperate to believe it.
To what thoughts do you find comfort?

Rising sun awakes brighter every passing.
Or menacing shadow hangs down wicker aday.

If I cannot paint you my world...
How could you?

The picture behind me,
Becomes the picture below.
Wider, more embracing.
Surrounding from underneath.

The drumming slows down...

Hear me a voice,
Find me the silence.

Rhythms are lost...
Rhythms are made...
Just like roads...
Just like rivers...

Calling the answer...
That answers the call...

Alas, cold air makes me tremble.
But sunrise is short to only hours.
So keep calling, keep moving,
And let not even cold breeze catch us.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Waking Desperation




In my dreams I escaped the haunted sails of a certain ship
By hanging tightly to a rope of phantom nature.

Somehow I can always escape from my ghostly persecutors...

But it is He who recurringly is in trouble.

And last night He was missing in the middle of darkness.
No reason or excuse...

He was not in his bed... He was nowhere to be found.

And instead of finding Him...
I found a dark, small figure,
Not of this world,
Hiding in the shadows.

Oh Brother, where do they take you while I sleep.

That powerless shiver of desperation worries me to awake lately.