(No) Strings Attached

(No) Strings Attached

I finally made my way out this maze

Through its veiled paths I wandered, summer days

Staggering wonders I couldn't have known

For I were to stay up tied tight to a rope

Remain tuned up to the brain-psyche waves

Don't forget to bury your hate

Cause it will eat up everything you stand for

Let's endure the bumps a little bit more

I can't say I won't drink all the wine

Though I promise you the sips will taste fine

Oh, believe it or not I ran out of time

Cling to the keepsakes we stole

Dess full of songs filld up with holes

You won't find the proper hand

The one that taes out your strands

Come over my place

We'll choke in champaign

We'll fade out again

I lay on the courtyard while swallowing dust

A waterfall lifts weight up so fast

You know, falling apart isn't that bad

Let the children go astray

Follow the suit of your wayward cliché

Tonight clocks and walls are just as they may

Sell out shares of grief, the price isn't steep

Bargain and gamble my love; and your pride

I'll let you inside this cozy cave of mine

Hold on to the keepsaes we stole

Trunks full of pictures (that) we've yet to know

I wish you'd find the source of it all

Be careful, don't stumble when facing the fall

Come over here dear

We'll cut out french landscapes

The frame will be ours

For I used to be tied tight to the pole

Long ago I broke it all up.

Perdent el Nord

El fum d'una cigarreta
omple el buit d'aquesta habitació
tot és d'un blanc conegut
però encara hi faltes tu.
encara m'hi faltes tu...

La bruíxola s'ha aturat
i estic cansat de caminar
la meva estrella plora
pel magnetisme perdut
d'aquelles nits sense final
però encara hi faltes tu
només em fas falta tu


Vivim del record
sense voler trobar el nord

Miro el mirall i només hi veig
reflexes d'un passat llunyà
i les teves mans...
on han anat a parar?

El cel rogenc se'n riu de mi
diu que mai no m'ha entés

Torna a cridar-me des del carrer
no espero res més
que veuret un altre cop
devant la meva porta
mirant-me amb aquells ulls
no em feien falta somnis
tu eres la meva llum
la meva llum

Ara visc del record
perdut sense voler trobar el nord
desitjant que un instant del temps
em torni el teu amor

Vull perdre'm al teu món
buscant el nord que et vas endur
doncs no sóc més
que un naufrag perdut
sense poder trobar el meu nord.

Cold-Weather Insurance

Powerless rides on top a broken horse
Still stuck with grief right behind the gates
No moral standings will save us from the sudden fall
so please tell me no more what to love and loathe

Across the void, erasing tracks of time
I try to roam but my limbs are sore
growing old tired of crumbling people's core
Is it all right if I want to grab mine?

Even if these words are just lies
stay alert when the odds deceive you
skip the warning signs hanging from the wall
run away 'til the buzzing dies
overpowered by mellow beats

Roll your dice and beat your luck up
before she finds out we cheated everywhere
but hold on hope, the sky drips oaths;
drenching clothes, flesh, bones and soul

Leaned upon this see-through landmark
never thought the whole view was just gone
Now the doors seems to be wide open
"Knock, Knock - Hey!"
and moonsoon floods the floors

I play dead while foam breaks on and on
tidal waves swirling mad
twisting fates
tangling glances
tousled looks.

Wolf me down before this build explodes
Back again where we both started
taming life so eager and naive
Tied and bound to glimmering poles
In this carroussel, called life;
Forlorn.

Fuel

Our lighter has run out of gas,

the fire stone won't work anymore

and the soothing hands that lit it up

will get lost inside the smoke.

Sometimes it's better to explode

and burn  every cornerstone down

don't you emember how it was

to grab the match and turn me on?

 

Then you thought this bet was safe

that fate would never stood a chance

the heartbeats kept rising and rising

but you forgot about the belt

Sick and tired of fuel and fire

of dreams, of words; of you.

I don't want to lose more fuel,

looks like you ate it all up.

Sometimes it's better to explode

and burn  every cornerstone down

don't you emember how it was

to grab the match and turn me on?

I don't want to lose more fuel,

looks like you ate it all up, 

my sweetheart

Seagull Dumpster

Crawiling through the air
as the accordion weeps
while the xilophone consoles the sea
This salt stained weaves of nostalgia
crumble against the faraway sound
of a trumpet's loneliness
And all the days
that passed away embrace rebirth
as if they've never tasted
this shade of life
And so they wonder what flavour
has the scene we've played.

Can they caress the sunset
with their frozen lies?
Or will the eager footsteps
of night come first?
Scubadiving with your seagull sin
towards the bottom
of this sunken chest.

Come and join my eyes
in this poor devil march
upon your naked looks and getaways
There goes the closure of all warmth
grab those crabs
and grip these eyelids

Sense the old smell
carved in this bassline,
flood your lungs with flute's stings.
False true lovers steal this grin.

So come, cry and join me in.

Universal Tracklines

I wish I could tear your light apart
and drink from the shades left in your eyes.
We can go off late to pick up the parts of the plane
because crashes mean good news to me.

She jumps around as the bell tolls louder
in this secret evening show
when desire cries out for freedom/to be free
sorry but that's something I can't deny.

Just in time to catch the last train
chasing up the sun and siping down lies
I'm sure we can shake the night away
if we lay naked on the trackline.

But now there's grass in my fingers
sure you had the chance to chew me off
and now no one can save you from
the sudders left to come.
Those you can't ignore.

Get straight into my room,
the bed can be our private world
Pull the blankets and sneak in
I want to dream this life the way within.

Drifting across the spacial bay.