Night deepened like a wall

How beautiful the sun is on warm evenings!

How beautiful the sun is on warm evenings! How deep space is! How powerful is the heart! Bending over you, queen of adored ones, I thought I breathed the perfume of your blood. How beautiful the sun is on warm evenings!

Night deepened like a wall, and my eyes in the darkness sensed your eyes, and I drank your breath, O sweetness! O poison! And your feet slumbered in my brotherly hands. Night deepened like a wall.

I know the art of evoking happy moments, and live again my past curled up in your lap. For what is the good of seeking your languorous beauty elsewhere than in your dear body and in your so gentle heart? I know the art of evoking happy moments. [The Balcony. Charles Baudelaire, ca. 1856. trans. Elaine Marks, 1962]

Bleeding Boy

How can I even breathe without you?

(...)

We were born with our face to the wall
We only have one chance to crawl
When we laid down there I held your hand
And never feel your body again
Ooh ooh

Cut down the preacher, he just lies
Burn all the books that closed my mind
Destroy it all, it's all untrue
How can I even breathe without you?


Swans, No Cure for the Lonely
(Love of Life, 1992)

There's no cure for the lonely

I will be her nowhere man

She'll go down there to nowhere soon
She'll stand there still with her head in the moon
I will be her nowhere man
We're not named until the end
Ooh ooh

That girl was so much better than me
But it always goes wrong
There's no cure for the lonely
With loneliness she'll sink in the sand
I feel the heat go out of her hand

(...)


Swans, No Cure for the Lonely
(Love of Life, 1992)

Bury your love beneath the ground with me

Bury your love beneath the ground with me

(...)


Now the earth bleeds cold water in my open hands
But their bodies bleed poison and they swallow the sand
And we'll walk to the river where we'll die of a thirst
And my fate, it's no question: every fool he is broken
Beneath the same unholy curse
So bury your love beneath the ground with me
And lay your loneliness down for the sun to burn to sand




Swans, Song for dead time
White Light From the Mouth of Infinity
(Young God Records, 1991)

The sun is an emptiness that burns through the sky

Bury your trust beneath the ground with me

Now the past is untrue and this breath is a lie
And the sun is an emptiness that burns through the sky
And this ground it'll slide down, down into the sea
And when this body dies, no man will breath one word
Of ignorance for me
So bury your trust beneath the ground with me
And lay your loneliness down for the sun to consume

(...)


Swans, Song for dead time
White Light From the Mouth of Infinity
(Young God Records, 1991)