4-27-07

a needle and an echo
a tidal wave from far beyond
what expected has now come
what rejected, but to others held(or close)

as it approaches, he feels
looks away and kneels
something beats inside
chemicals all in line

about time...

in the darkest shade he hides
in the deepest well he drowns
a mild levitation, a brief constipation
it`s getting quite clear now

go on,light your own candles
have it your way
mild struggle in the veins
quiet comfort in the shade

great white(3-26-07)

12:00AM
3-26-07

it has bitten
the life out of me
it has bitten

it has struck
clenching its teeth on my soul
it has struck

CHORUS
pity for the great
pity for the white
its urge to take away my soul
until i`ve payed my toll

it has taken...it has taken away...taken away my soul!!!

*Maybe add something later on, dunno yet...

3-23-07

the politics of nature
with its fine glove
on the guilty hand
it`s the way it is and was

everything you don't know
turns into a revelation
everything you own
ownership of a stranger

CHORUS
and i remember when
driving down the road
next to angels and posters
wanting, wanting, wanting more
and i remember when
it was sure to fade away
next to angels and monsters
wanting, wanting, wanting more


an apprentice to a master
nor a saint in chapel
there shall be no shadow
where shines no light

3-16-07

3-16-07
2:11AM

a town with no cheer
people waving goodbye at the doorstep

cold drops filling our lungs
an icy patch stuck to the heart

a wedding ring in one hand
a filthy stab in another man`s heart

it must be easier not to feel...

im wading through it
it`s not the normal tune i got used to

a blonde-haired dream got me ahead
a story written so well, but with a tragic end


numb my sense to feel
do it for good and disappear

dont wanna feel after u leave...

lock the doors of my mind
then wait around and stay in there


dont wanna feel after u leave...


*Godi--Sadi

3-15-07

3-15-07
12:21am

if the future of funerals had a sound, this is it
not a melody im playing but an eulogy
for the dead that live and the alive that die

its that heightened sense again
a monochromatic feeling of avoidance
its that demon of our own design

where`s the soul that was a paint stroke
but later a masterpiece
where`s that light that i cant find

quite a silent moment
cheeks flexing, eyes frowning
but it`s all intact


open please those gates for me
open please those gates for me

*Dedicated to Gamal Nasser Michelen Paykert. RIP.