Keep away the Masquerade

You promised me poems

(...)

Dreamed of ringing voices,
And contemplated choices.
Taste like a real kiss,
To heighten my awareness.
With all fairness, greatness with gratitude.
And simply riled with attitude

(...)

Dreamed of ringing voices,
And you promised me poems
You promised me poems
You promised me poems
You promised me poems


Neraly God, Poems

It will be EASY

You can sleep in my bed

Well, i say come for the week,
You can sleep in my bed
And pass trough my life
Like a dream trough my head
It will be EASY.
I will make it EASY



Graffiti, Anonymous

Where shall I begin

Begin at the beginning

The White Rabbit put on his spectacles. "Where shall I begin, please your Majesty?" he asked.

"Begin at the beginning," the King said gravely, "and go on till you come to the end: then stop."



Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Chapter 12

Stars shine like eyes

We sailed through endless skies

We sailed through endless skies
Stars shine like eyes
The black night sighs

The moon in silver trees
Falls down in tears

Light of the night

The earth, a purple blaze
Of sapphire haze in orbital ways

While down below the trees
Bathed in cool breeze
Silver starlight breaks dawn from night

And so we pass on by
The crimson eye of great god Mars
As we travel the universe





Black Sabbath, “Planet Caravan“

I could lose my soul right here

Golden Waves

Golden waves
In all directions
I could lose my soul right here

Colour lights
On the runway
Makes a stranger feel unchained

I'm running after time and I miss the sunshine
Summer days will come happiness will be mine
I'm lost in my words I don't know where I'm going
I do the best I can not to worry about things

I feel loose
I feel haggard
Don't know what I'm looking for

Something true
Something lovely
That will make me feel alive


(...)



Air, The Vagabond

Dawn There waiting

Alice

'But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. 'Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: 'We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.'




Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

I am your black swan

I don't care what the future holds

What will grow crooked, you can't make straight
It's the price that you gotta pay
Do yourself a favour and pack your bags
Buy a ticket and get on the train
Buy a ticket and get on the train

Cause this is fucked up, fucked up
Cause this is fucked up, fucked up

People get crushed like biscuit crumbs
And lay down in the bitumen
You have tried your best to please everyone
But it just isn't happenin
No, it just isn't happenin

And that is fucked up, fucked up
And this is fucked up, fucked up
This your blind spot, blind spot
It should be obvious, but it's not.
But it isn't, but it isn't

You cannot kickstart a dead horse
You just crush yourself and walk away
I don't care what the future holds'
Cause I'm right in your arms today
With your fingers you can touch me


(...)


Black Swan, Thom Yorke (The Eraser)

She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

(...)




Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
By Dylan Thomas

strange ways

sweet tides

It took so long for me to realize
How strong your heart is
And all this time
My mind was working in
Strange ways

Looking back on the days
Just wanna be free
Through the love in your eyes
Now I'm staring inside
Just wanna be free
Through the love in your eyes

Sweet tides, pools of love
Your eyes are full of
Sweet tides, pools of love
Your eyes are full of

Sharp turn, my mind is a blur
Slow passage through the air
Looking back on the days
All over your mind, just wanna be free


(...)

Thievery Corporarion
"Sweet Tides"
Radio Retaliation (2008)

dans les nuages

dans sa chambre

J'étais si jeune quand je l'ai rencontré
Elle m'a prise par la main
Elle m'a emmené au premier étage
Elle m'a envoyé dans les nuages
Elle m'a emmené dans les étoiles
Dans sa chambre, odeur capricieuse
Sur les murs des images au parallèle


(...)



Thievery Corporarion
"La Femme Parallel"
Radio Retaliation (2008)