look at these fingertips. crooked. how many faces must they touch to feel comfort ? how many landscapes must they draw to feel home ? how many hugs must they refuse to feel cared about ? show me the balance that evaluates our feelings. what a beatiful breakdown caused by missing weights. how to schedule without a plan ? we do the first steps at every yard. learn how wayside-crosses can confuse. learn how your head cheats on your instinct. learn that it’s the brick that builds the house.
Track Name: Short Cup Meeting
tear catchy lines out. breath out you doubt. wisdom spreads out like hugs. convulsing our tiny apartement. and all the cuttlery starts to rust. do you ever have... of course you don't. for a lifelong meeting the cup's too short. the floor's so narrow. just like your throat as soon as the party's over. discrepancy between our saddest thought, a naive smile, the girl we saw. look at my crayons. their colour's lost. spicy cries spoiled our meal. so long ! i'm grateful with bread and trust. refill my glass woe if i leave.
Track Name: On The Rocks
i knew it from this very morning. no more pleas and dull excuses. hey, everyone ! this is a warning. start to live and stop your abuses 'cause life won't wait for you long. you should enjoy every day. don't waste and throw your life away. stop diluting it with absurd bunk. so if you wanna seriously get drunk. take it on the rocks. the day will come when you sit there and melodies will fill the air. the sirenes of drink will sing their song. but only the rocks will make you strong.
Track Name: Tv Magazine
the doors are closing right now. i barely squeeze in. sweaty skin. i let myself sink onto the bench at close quarters with a black man. next to him: a business man. the older woman in front of him peeks. stands up. asks him: could i have a look at your tv mag ? peering puzzled through his glasses, a friendly smile appears, wafts through the wagon. everybody's smiling. she was laughing. i was celebrating. in my head. silent cheers. the black man told me to move a bit over, so that she could sit down. every wrinkle translates her very joy of a quite young guy being so gentle. how could she thank for killing her time tonight ? one compartement full of all the harmony you could imagine. is this kind of exagerated ? peace built on such a derisory simple thing. is this kind of farcical ? if you know what it means to feel secure with strangers, you've the impression you could do anything. for once the world was a stage and the play was well cast.