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..Albatross-Joy...

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©Shay Leon

Alone

Everybody needs somebody..but me
Everybody needs somebody..but me.

As I clean the pieces of your brain,
I never thought you look this way from the inside.

You always were the quiet type,
Never thought you would make such a mess..

40000V

It's maybe a matter of three years
till we find an explanation
and find a neat formula to justify your needs.

We can not say we don't know,
our hands are always clean.
We'll squeeze you to a pattern
force is a trivial mean.

And yesterday's mad man
is today dignified person
Except if his shrink goes
to church on Sunday noons.

So scrutinize your motives
don't act without confirmation
until you find the logic
burn yourself in shame.

Cousin Jack

The guests have left son,
You can take off your 'smily' mask.

There's too much paste mama,
You see - it wouldn't budge.

The pain is too strong,
Rubber's twisting my face.
Flesh & paste mixed through the years.

The more It hurts,
The smile is getting bigger.
The more I scream,
The funny laughter sounds louder.

Son - Dad's friends are coming on Sunday.
We need to put the 'reticence' mask now.
We'll try to put the head back later.

IdioTsincracy

If I were born In Syria,
I'll learn to hate the Jews.
Mohammed will be my idol -
Jihad will be my truth.

If I were born in Israel,
God will be my pole.
Despise all idolaters,
While I put notes between old stones.

If in Iran I were born,
I'll have a different view.
And KILL for it's sake,
Convinced that it is true.

"Chorus:" This stupidity is followed traditionally -
There is no mind, no personality -
Just some notion in geography.

If I were born in Germany,
Chosen I would be.
Or maybe those were the Jews,
Selected by divinity?

If I were born white, or black, or red, or green
Or north, or south, or west from someone's silly grin.

If I ran out of excuses
To cast out the louse I'm in
And have no one to shoot at,
To save my self esteem...

Ought

I ought to have a different face,
a different place, a different maze
I ought to be somewhere else instead.

I ought to sing another tune,
with different words and different chords
it never turns the way it should.

I ought to smoke a different thing,
don't drink all this caffeine
have a love, a reason to be alive.

I wish I could feel a thing
except perhaps "what might have been"
miles away they set nicer traps.

Millennium!

Well I guess we passed the bloody moon
but some things will never change.
And some people (evil minds!) dare to hesitate.
And though we tried (we really tried)
I guess they'll never learn-
The truth is one, it's written here
so come and join my prayer:
"burn the witch now, burn the witch
and what's along the way.
burn the witch now, burn the witch
lets join this holly prayer"

Unaesthetic song

John says he does not know if he likes my soup,
he does not know it's ingredients...

John says he does not know if it's safe to sit on my chair,
it might be a fictitious creation of his imagination and he will fall.

John says he doesn't know if he likes Stravinsky,
he didn't finish the book that explains the music..

John say that if he will shut his eyes, he will not see me
and so - I will be dead.

I didn't want to die, so I took out my 9mm revolver.
To my surprise John didn't ask for a book to check if he should be afraid.
I shot him right in his fictitious brain, and my cornea gave me
the wonderful illusion of blood staining my favourite picture
which was painted by some anonymous guy.

Wings of Love

For the 5th time today,
I bump into glass when you pass by.

Your eyes, and your mouth,
The texture of your skin.

The way that you move
your lips upon the brim.

Oh Alice, If you were mine.
I'll be the happiest fly
in the restaurant bin.

Fuck Plato

Your tears are dripping upon my cheek
Your secrets are just for my eyes.
Yes I understand and only I know
about a strange young girl and a guy..

And I will cry from all of your stories
feel empty and than feel weak.
You leave the room and go to the man
who makes your stories bleed.

==

"He's shallow, he's stupid" -
That's what you say.
He doesn't understand his own deeds.
He'll be tonight inside your white body
with tears of understanding I'll sleep

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