It must have taken the best Part
at an Instant nog foreseen
as an Echo of the Mainstrike
that long Time might have been
Confirmation of the Arrival of Liquid Days
No Flash of Light can blind It
No Clouds of Rain obscure.
The Notion cuts through the Eyeball
but leaves the Sight endure
Confirmation of the Arrival of Liquid Days
No Boil can saturate Me
no Odour will enchant.
The Skin will be rewritten
by Transcription of the Hand
Confirmation of the Arrival of Liquid Days
The Species lives forever
and the Soul is left declined
with no Chance of Revelation
just a Message for the Mind
Confirmation of the Arrival of Liquid Days
If only I could freeze the Counts to stick to My Delusions
perhaps I could regain some long lost Time.
But Counts just count for Them who fear the last Counts of the Countdown
and Liquid Days will answer to their Call.
Now Years roll like a Mudstream
and Hours all rush hilldown
and all Attempts to slow Them
just proof It runs You out.
Confirmation of the Arrival of Liquid Days
It's all Part of the Cycle
but won't clear what I feel
that I can't take Things for granted
by a juvenile Appeal.
Confirmation of the Arrival of Liquid Days
Confirmation of the Arrival of Liquid Days
Confirmation of the Arrival of Liquid Days
Emmeloord, 2007.
maandag 20 september 2010
Gutstream
*verse 1*
In my open Mind,
there's always Room for More
As long as Floods haste
for Pond's Waterfloor
I recall a Thought
I grabbled once for Free
though it's not my Kin,
it settled for a Place in Me
*chorus*
I'm the Sorcerer of my Tricks
and the Creator of my Licks
as long as Fraud is in my Sack
the Gutstream never hits Me Back
*verse 2*
So my Spirit's knotted
of borrowed Flows, declined
To what matches my Prosperity
bend to what I name "refined"
And I wil fear no Recoil
for no Assets trace behind
There's no cause for lost Identity
'cause the Identity is mine
chorus
*bridge*
He who's Sinnless, She who's Sheer
do not dare fling their Rock at Me
for They Who did and feared no Harm
mistook the Longitude of my Arm
*verse 3*
In my open Mind,
there's always a Restingplace
for all that else go drown
at Pond's Watergate
I recall a Gifted
I pressed for nearly Free
though it's not my Kin,
it settled for a Place in Me
chorus
Emmeloord, 2006.
In my open Mind,
there's always Room for More
As long as Floods haste
for Pond's Waterfloor
I recall a Thought
I grabbled once for Free
though it's not my Kin,
it settled for a Place in Me
*chorus*
I'm the Sorcerer of my Tricks
and the Creator of my Licks
as long as Fraud is in my Sack
the Gutstream never hits Me Back
*verse 2*
So my Spirit's knotted
of borrowed Flows, declined
To what matches my Prosperity
bend to what I name "refined"
And I wil fear no Recoil
for no Assets trace behind
There's no cause for lost Identity
'cause the Identity is mine
chorus
*bridge*
He who's Sinnless, She who's Sheer
do not dare fling their Rock at Me
for They Who did and feared no Harm
mistook the Longitude of my Arm
*verse 3*
In my open Mind,
there's always a Restingplace
for all that else go drown
at Pond's Watergate
I recall a Gifted
I pressed for nearly Free
though it's not my Kin,
it settled for a Place in Me
chorus
Emmeloord, 2006.
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