segunda-feira, 5 de setembro de 2011

Apollo and the Phoenix



It is evening, and her wings
Stretched like a giant horizon
Burnished gold, molten red
Bleeding shadows into the earth
Her form shimmers, matured
Ready and awake

Her pyre is primed
She has collected all she needs
Myrrh and branches, sheets and limbs
To catch the quickest, to burn the longest
Torches to brighten her

The fire bird had found him there
Quietly listening by cool waters
Hearing her song of immortality
Silently stirring it with his own
The warmth of ageless eyes
Both enchanted by the light of the other

So the god ignites
As nerves and sinews blister
Rivulets of fire catch feathered skin
Charred and singed in smoke
Her eyes close, his melt into hers
Their vision intoxicates them

The old world sighs to hear them
Like ancient Persia, her beauty encompasses
Drowning him in lost antiquities
His mythology re-writes itself
The moon cuts it's cord from her belly
Incandescence her swan song

But our night does not hear them
Our heavens gaze down and stare at nothing
The stars map their own celestial places
As foxes walk home on tip toe
Dawn waits, looking to the East
And in the embers of spent ashes
A man and a woman rise from the soot.

Walk the Talk



Letra:
Walk the Talk

You can give him money
You can give him the keys of the city
The city of the damned
But he doesn’t care about it

He only cares about his cocaine and his bitches
He doesn’t respect anybody
But he is retiring
At least that's what he says

I have admirers and followers
But I have no friends
I just want success in my final act
I'll let the pieces of Mr. News around the city of fools

Since the first time he spoke
People are aware
Who knew it would be so rotten
Expensive perfume doesn’t hide shit

I know you.
Nobody has the guts to say.
You killed that guy
Just because he got what you wanted

You'll never get there

sábado, 3 de setembro de 2011

When the lie turns blue



When the lie turns blue

Sometimes when we think that the game is won
And we bring back those old songs
The sky turns dark, the storm gets worse
That poor boy who sold his soul to the devil
Has to dance again

He knew that everything was wrong
But kept swearing in the name of the blues
Everything changes from time to time
But he became what he is today

The lie crushes the soul
And life leads to thrilling sensations
If the dawn sours
He'll be lost between the living and the dead
When the light becomes blue

I would be surprised if he gave up
After all, he wanted to be there
But he didn't know it would be so painful
When the lie turns blue

He sold his soul to the devil
When the lie turns blue