Fall Of The Leafe piosenki

The terminal fate of All-Realm draws nigh Past and present Aeons come together As swirling shapes of mordant beauty Fathomless are the extends of thine! At the Hesperus of the Universe When the unfolding of time is at hand The heavens fall upon the hordes of...

Awkward in the corner of a waiting room, right next to the old magazines. Uneasy, like a fish pulled up against the light. Black day, curiously attractive white light. Just as comfortable as watching well-oiled axis of rail cars ride by above. Maybe there is s...

Try and disagree with reality. This one simple night that is dissected to pieces by a silly dream. Machine stalling. Storm passing. Man walking. Determined to see which will bend – him or the world around. Convinced that reality will admit being wrong....

My flesh opened and sewn back together. Pace, for the morning to come Just enough to keep a man breathing still Just for this short while To come and to pass Time to tear apart and time to sew it all back together. Clean of all other lives. 

Knee and head both ache. No picture on the TV, but a voice is speaking. A piece of paper arguing with reasons for immediate evacuation. Now notice how I am slipping today. All of these bruises remind me of a fine day. Bags wait. And wait. Name tags, pale and...

Hello? May I listen to the song you have reserved for the gray mass that is waiting? Thank you. Everybody tune your receivers and listen up. It lingers on while we live. Ooh-shalaboom, baby it tells us where we stand. And where do we stand? In the drum-fire? W...

This is the operation they perform In one smooth move, they hide control from around you In a similar, consequent move they place that same control inside you No anaesthesia Apart from an illusion of freedom, side effects are minimal It may tingle a bit Also,...

Chameleon Pills gave me a few nice thrills oh yeah. Sat on a vehicle into the abyss. Saw guillotine after another. Heard a vibrator in place of a missile. Well that experience didn't supply me with much of love...or hate either, for that matter. The whistle sa...

We watched it over lunch Caffeine for the tired eyes Warm smoke for the nerves Some well-wrapped sweets And oh mercy how sour they were We read it in the paper while having warm bread Five olives and a spoonful of something thought sweet And of mercy how bitte...

In the can of baits, sir! You know what the XXXXXX exist somewhere in the can. Under the dirt, at the bottom of the can. There are XXXXXX that don't mind. The XXXXXX accept anything, because XXXXXX know of nothing better. Look over there: one of those XXXXXX...

Among the calls for silence, whizzing leaks of gas, broken statues, splinters and a sorry ass someone with a badly ruined day. Nails already start to rust. Just like the sun behind all that bloody smoke. Goddamn. It is not just smoke. It is a camouflage of our...

Hellfire burns. This I can well feel. Before long, all sense will be lost to distances afar. I have been a witness to the collapse of all respect. Without the wit or will the humour of all this torment lies entirely, without exception, in the pitiful sarc...

The day might disturb your sleep as you Carry on into the low, low mist. Past whatever was burned away. Pass entire groups of words while at it. Bring her back and close your eyes a bit tighter. You don't want to see the wrecks of men while there, although the...

Relax. It is possible to simulate a falling. Just find a slope with a low friction surface. Add gravity and voila. Down you go, although according to the tag, death or serious injury may occur in the process. No such tags exist on the daily programme. Defence...

This is to you. This is to you who never destroys. Who never repeats. Now that the shocks is gone, only sorrow lingers on. As my own to keep, or whoever it really belongs to. Oh no you cannot stone a man. But you go round that in a smooth, clever way. Tie that...

[Reflections Of The Wanderer/The Passing Of The Newborn God] I am come into these celestial lands; the dreaded journey is at an end Time has passed, ages gone and lost, and the wandered returns to his home within the dead sky, to behold as, at the starlit daw...

Surreal is a word that might describe appearances tonight. Piece of romantic art is what you are. Nevertheless, be sure that this fragmented world will find your looks. The post-modern WORLD will love (WORSHIP!) you flat. As they told you before, a third dimen...

Push the button on the right. No, not that one. The bigger one. Let's tune in. So here we are. We are standing at the city of delight. Please feed the dog and kick out the jams. What do you think? How much does one of these cost? At least a hundred, I bet. Wh...

Artificiality is what we rejoice here today. The spirit of the earth. There are no characters in this novel. This novel has NO plot. It is no novel in the first place, really. They say that it tells a story about a tiny lagoon, which is lit by the moon. Then,...

Is there some mistake? Something out of control? No next step to take. How can it all be met? With any kind of grace, that is. Retire down In a graceful retreat Down the morning Never asking Head of to coffee Wives and deep indifference. In which it's good t...