"la lettre"

Encore une fois tu me dis
que tu ne m'aimes plus;
encore une fois tes mots,
je les fais fuir,
gardant sur ma joue
seul ce que tu respires;
et je te prie:
tu es mon espoir,
mon pouvoir,
ma jolie.

Meme avec ca,
elle est partie.

"ain't but the rain"

Ain’t but the rain
can wash away what
the day gone n’ brung;
from lower town streets,
sick stench rises up,
hangs ‘round the nostrils,
us takin’ in whole
six days of garbage
heaped out on
frying hot sidewalks.

Gotta’ have some rain,
rinse the sweat off our backs
---clothes so damp, they stick
like one more skin.
Oh!, you say, Be standin’
in line at the store, feels like
forever an' a day
cos the man in front, his
smell's so bad, makes your eyes
roll up in your head, thinkin’
you might faint. Miracle you don’t.

Need a whole lotta’ rain
come down, wash clean the
city’s crimes n' shames,
cleanse the spot of red
back by the alley
where somebody’s blood
painted the ground;
ain’t no knowin’ whose it is
---just somebody here’s,
an’ that’s ‘nuff said.

Needs us some rain,
give some liveliness back
to old faces holdin’
dust in their wrinkles;
faces pullin’ tight on the
corners of their mouths.
Maybe pull some of
them mouths up, make
smiles ‘stead of
them frowns.

Only a good rain can pour down
'nuff to cover a teary eye
so it don’t show,
then wash the pain
away ‘til it puddles
‘round soggy shoes;
make everybody, me and you,
glisten like new.

"red"

Red is the wine to pour into my glass.
Red are my finances, should you dare ask.
Red is the shirt I wear for victory.
Red is my face if you be harsh with me.

Red is the Chinese colour for a house.
Red is my cheek; lasting kiss from my spouse.
Red is the sun as it lays itself down.
Red is the night's fun; we shall paint the town!

Red are our bloodshot eyes we open next day.
Red-hot, my brow, angry words I say.
Red is the clay earth I see on the ground.
Red is your thong hidden under your gown.

Although anything else may well be true,
in comparison to these all seems blue.

"the forgotten"

The forgetting is the forgotten
of remembering to forget
that which to remember begets
the forgotten memory
and the remembrance to forget.

"the nightkeeper"

I, to bed I go
to sleep's harvest,
the ends to unwind,
bid gracious leave
the day that had and was.
Summon, my asking,
the Nightkeeper,
draw he close,
breathe gently fresh thoughts
into the peaceful mind.

"in the morning"

In the morning,
In the morning
you be gone and I
be wishin', thinkin'
'bout all I be missin'
Words you said ring my ears
they be playin'
my mind, slippin' in
all day, all time
Wonderin' if it
was true what you said
maybe parts real
donno, maybe I should see
what you are, what
you mean to me
I wanna believe
Want it to be you
But then again
maybe not, maybe
they just dreams in
my head, thoughts unsaid.
Roll over, feel the the place
you left my bed.

"sad song from Saxony"

It was only my heart,

Watch out, baby,
watch out.

You drop kicked it,
you slammed it,
you knocked it over,
you ran it.
Now it's lookin' pretty bad,
got me feelin' down n' sad,
don't want this heart no mo',
should bag it.

Watch out, baby,
watch out.
He don't do for you
what you do for you.
Take it down, baby girl,
take it down.
Cos he won't do for you.
Nah, he won't do for you.

Gotta get up,
take the next train.
Lyin' here feelin' cold and shame.
Been down here before,
didn't think there'd be more.
Thought I learned this lesson once
but now, got this new pain.

Watch out, baby,
watch out.
He don't do for you
what you do for you.
Take it down, baby girl,
take it down.
Cos he won't do for you.
Nah, he won't do for you.

''The Treasure''

The treasure, it's buried at the bottom of the sea.
Fifty, eighty leagues---it matters not to me.
In its steel case lies the heart of a fool,
unassuming in wonder
best forgotten than plundered.