Back to the colonial hotel

I remember a girl so very well
The carnival drums all mad in the air
Grim reapers and skeletons and a missionary bell
O where do we go now but nowhere

In a colonial hotel we fucked up the sun
And then we fucked it down again
Well the sun comes up and the sun goes down
Going round and round to nowhere

The kitten that padded and purred on my lap
Now swipes at my face with the paw of a bear
I turn the other cheek and you lay into that
O where do we go now but nowhere

O wake up, my love, my lover wake up
O wake up, my love, my lover wake up

Across clinical benches with nothing to talk
Breathing tea and biscuits and the Serenity Prayer
While the bones of our child crumble like chalk
O where do we go now but nowhere

I remember a girl so bold and so bright
Loose-limbed and laughing and brazen and bare
Sits gnawing her knuckles in the chemical light
O where do we go now but nowhere

You come for me now with a cake that you've made
Ravaged avenger with a clip in your hair
Full of glass and bleach and my old razorblades
O where do we go now but nowhere

O wake up, my love, my lover wake up
O wake up, my love, my lover wake up

If they'd give me my clothes back then I could go home
From this fresh, this clean, antiseptic air
Behind the locked gates an old donkey moans
O where do we go now but nowhere

Around the duck pond we grimly mope
Gloomily and mournfully we go round again
And one more doomed time without much hope
Going round and around to nowhere

From the balcony we watched the carnival band
The crack of the drum a little child did scare
I can still feel his fingers pressed in my hand
O where do we go now but nowhere

If I could relive one day of my life
If I could relive just a single one
You on the balcony, my future wife
O who could have known, but no one

O wake up, my love, my lover make up
O wake up, my love, my lover make up

-Nick Cave

Into starlight.

Paper horses

oh come
you star-struck
generals
riding towards the flames
with your verve
& bloodshot eyes
gazing at the horizon
while your scarred
fingers flutter
over twisted maps
that have rotted too soon
in your drawers
of dreams

oh come
riding
as fast as you can
with fiery nerves
& pounding hearts
that long for the
weight of medals
upon them

oh come
riding
without
grief or grace
gallantly carrying
the weaker
whose eyes you
mercifully
turn the other way
as the sword comes
down

I too have ridden
for too long
but now
with no
sword or steed
all I have is this
rock
I sit upon
as I watch you ride
towards the flames
upon your
paper horses

Into starlight.

Lonely is the room

Looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind so you never know

When i'm broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child you know how much i need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run

Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one

So i'll wait for you... and i'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn

Oh lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come

It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

Well maybe i'm just too young
To keep good love from going wrong

Oh... lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

Well I feel too young to hold on
And i'm much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage i've done
Sweet lover, you should've come over
Oh, love well i'm waiting for you

Lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

- Jeff Buckley

Into starlight.

A few lines...

…not about war
looming on the horizon
and not about
life or
death
or anything remotely
in between…
not about
the sweet scent of
pinewoods hugging the river
or this jaundiced
whispering moon
plundering our
senses in sleepless nights

not about
words
plans
debts of peace
or dreams unfolding
of ebony and ivory
and not about
wanderlust
or midsummer night’s
streets and squares
soothing
heartaches
with white noise

not even about
layers of sound
or deserted palaces
in winter dawns
and certainly not about
cars and lotto
anyway

these lines
- with a gentle whiff of scotch -
about nothing
are nothing
but
a little prayer for silence
and nothingness

Into starlight.

Projecting

"Provided my experiences were not corroborated, I could find strength somehow to deny them, perhaps. With the daylight I could persuade myself that it was all a subjective hallucination, a fantasy of the night, a projection of the excited imagination."

- Algernon Blackwood

Into starlight.