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POAWL

The stories of old began to rott

There was some people behind it who wanted to feel

But they were vicious and hungry, they wanted to catch

Something that they've just listened but never touched.

An old magician built a dream machine

With great colors melt to old gears and some taut skin

One million children came into it years after years

Millions different colors that disappear

There comes the knight and his holy sword

Down here to cu-ut the thousands feet of the mountain

And on his horse, with a smile, his scar on his eye

He's throwing a kiss to the princess he chose to save…

The most jewish daughter of the Orient King

Promised to the hateful burning dragon, King of his own

So in the tower, she's waiting for the wedding

Becoming as ugly as the pathetic songs she sings.

Human trials are blind

Just melt the dark with the light

Shall we stay right in the line

When our world will be fine?

Dead bodies in the sea

Are the subject we all love

But dead bodies we could see

Are white but maybe not dead enough

Children try to blame their heroes

To believe in stories and tales

And we know they'll let them fall

If they lose, if they fail.

Children try to hurt their heroes

Believe in tales and stories

Now we know they are just foes

An odd commodity.

The Flying Mountain

Once upon a time

Our earth blinded by an eye

In our green park

Flowers wanted to rise

So our feet become

Some statues in a swamp

We all turn to dark

We're plants reducted to damp

Under a flying mountain .

The bald creatures

Sweat on their gears

And sweat up

And sweat up

And sweat up

That's war that we fed up

Now that’s a battle we get

We're hiding now in our plains

Where flies a big mountain.

Cause now we feel sleepy

And ready to see

What happens where all's empty

Where all starts to be...

Some rocks that falls

People that creep

We don't hear their call

The leaves they rip...

And the sky's turning to a black and white rainbow

We're all buried under this brown tooth that grows

And our hears are listening a silent melody

Cause up there on the mount is singing a symphony

 

 

Dirty March Of A Weak Giant

This is the first one vibration,

My hair caressed by the sun

My opened eyes between clouds and colors

I'm feeling strong, I'm looking back

In the stomac of the shark

Changing slowly to red sky and blue birds

I don't know how I'm lying here

Hitting the same grass I eat, licking the sweat of my feet

In a strange land I've been thrown in

I can't fall back into sleep because of his dirty beat

I'll hunt you destroyer of the Earth

You biggest man of the land

One day, they won't listen the echo

Of this weak giant nobody wanted to know

My head is now like a hammer

Turning in the same hour

So-o long seconds following the steps

The hurricane tries to call us

Me, Myself and my own words

Cramped between the walls of the way to trust

So both of us, i-inconve-e-enient

He looks as if he's lamenting on his existence here

They all hate him, they want his beat

They want his songs, his desperate dances

To fail right back to the sea.

One day somewhere in the sea

We discovered a giant there

Lai-id down, de-ead and ate by fishes

So if you go over there

Place where any human has gone

Could you cry the tears nobody never done?

 

Crayfish

The people say there's somewhere in this town

Behind few rocks, some beasts

Who are preaching the divine

But we're a snake ready to harm

We got some chicken in our farms

So until the end and till we bleed

We will fight on and eat their seeds

But there’s something we forget

Those flowers on the floor

These trees that lights us all

This sea, where we're ready to fall

Mirror, mirror, on this clean and great wall

Tell us now what we have done

This is the love story of a colony of rats

All standing near the water, just waiting for a bag

"Flowing along the great river

Covered by God and our spiders,

We're falling down, we're falling quick(ly),

And one by one we'll become sick!

Brothers, believe in our god..

We're some poor ugly angels."

Little City We Live In

Nothing in our world can explain why you're sleeping all day

No one on the Earth could tell i-if you're clearly okay

But no-ow I know why your purple teeth are so long

Rotten by the nonenty of your brain and of your songs

That none of their filthy lyrics could save my opinion

Your window is wide open on my garden

But I'm maybe wrong

Because of scars, your home is breathing cigarette flies

Because of nails, that keeps you sitting down on your sight

Because of lies, your insides a-are as black as white

Because of tails that makes you believing anything

Nothing in your head can grow up from the light of the day

Nothing in the neighbourhood could escape from your gaze

From the color of the screen, seven su-undays per week

You’re looking like a pig even when you’re not too sick

A trickling swine the whole time hidden behind few bricks

Do you understand what I say?

Please old friend, can you read what I think?

Because of scars, your home is breathing cigarette flies

Because of nails, that keeps you sitting down on your sight

Because of lies, your insides a-are as black as white

Because of tails that makes you believing anything

Like the so-called security you bring

FAT

This is Monday morning

And I’m feeling fat

My brain is twisting

Few twisted thoughts

Could you stop singing?

Would you stop singing shitty old songs?

I know I can't count on you

But I know it won’t be long

I’ve not the same head

Than yesterday

I was younger

I was more achieved

Humans were not born

To become

Some flat chicken in their row

But they're finally alone

This is sunday midnight

In my car

I'm not too tight

In my clothes

But I'm leaving

Things that become hurting and boring

I'm feeling fat

But now my head feels quiet

Mesopotamia Room

Leaves under their trees

All crushed by some feet

The old people see it

But no one's moving

Thirteen heads are playing

Twenty six hands are touching

Celebrating freedom

Under the eyes of dawn

Cause somewhere, hidden

Behind the grass of the garden

A little plant is suffering

Till the day she'll become green

I don't know why I'm here

I feel my brain flowing

Through my ears

Can see my friends playing

Forgetting me

Don't know what I become

Don't know what I will be

Leaves growing on my skin

I can hear the sound of footsteps

But I can't ask for help

Anyway I'm just able to think

I know I was not a good boy

I know my parents are searching for me

I don't want to see their look

If one day they would look at me

Some children that run

Unconcious heads that smile

If they would know what happens

To those that stay outside too late

One day they'll meet the man

I hear each day and night

But today I'm just afraid for myself

I'm just afraid for myself.

 

Chimney

And then you’re dead now

Li-ife is not so happy, don't you?

What kind of reason

May have thrown you in the good hole

You wished a resurection

Don't think anything could happen

A blue sky outside

Ma-ay your soul won't hit some birds

And open the clouds

To find you a place we won't disturb

you wished a resurection

But nothing could really happen

Prick Of Darkness

 

This happened in a hollow

Children said there was a hole

buried deep in the wall

But there was something inside

That was biting their fingers

And made flowing down their tears

Behind the seeds and the white sheets

Behind the seeds and the white sheets

This is the end of a kind

That's all the sadness you'll find

We've all seen the blood

The children are afraid

Their fear of being ate

Cause there is really something

Yes there is really something

That is ready to defend

It's body that swells up

This ugly corpse that swells up

This is the end of a kind

That's all the sadness you'll find

This is her end, not mine

So would you put it in your mind

 

 

Tekikoa, The Love Singer

This is 14:00 PM

Wake up big piece of grease

You have a life to lead

And not in the stinkness of your bed

There are no mails at all

even not on the phone

Maybe I need a coffee

But I prefer clean works

 

In one hour (at least?)

I'll get some news from

Some wonderful chicks

Hungry of celebrity,Yes it's my job

My back is more painful

Than yesterday and yesterday

That is the price to live

But I'm not dealing with filthy money

You may stay sit down on your sight

I'll show the best pics ever seen

So you'll get your favorite smiles from your screen

You have the color and the sound

What d'you want to be happier now?

I do my best to make love so easier

 

Store

Do you know who lives here?

Do you know what happens?

You should ask me some questions

About the death that sells

This is evil

This is evil

This is evil

This is evil

This is evil

This is human flesh

They used to clean their floors

With all human race

These aliens and their stores

They would be all working

If they were'nt eating their customers

If you don't believe it, ask them

What kind of men they sell in their rusted shelfs

This is human flesh

They used to clean their floors

With all human race

These aliens and their stores

 

Breathe Softly

There's no gunshots

Just in my thoughts

I'm not too old

To burn the fold

But you must keep silence

Till I find my senses

Fa-alse or true

That's why I hide you

All's for the best

For me and my guest

We all have stopped dreaming

Of the fear you bring

But you must keep silence

Till I find my senses

Fa-alse or true

That's why I hide you

Fauna

The udders invaded the herd

And all the fauna said

“Oh that it is rather well”

And then everything has changed

Each son from each family have found

The appropriate female

With the good shape and the right sound

And then our man has left the tree

He found a new happiness with a

New wife, new love, and a new life to shove

Remembering what the old father said

“You’d better come back home

Until the whole world look at you, Seed.

All your family is here and not in (the) blood.”

He built four walls around their heat

And the growing tiredness

“There will so much better days”

Hours to look for solutions

Definitively break the ice

“Should us break or get a new infant

To cocoon before we rise

Recalling the “why”, recalling the “how”

Passing through the glow of the screen

A jungle full of fauna, full of life

From love and smiles to the drama

Low But Sane

It is said that it can breathe despite its size

It’s said that the light could suddenly burn its eyes

All that I know is that there is in someone

Whose care must be taken

A little head appears out (of) the human cocoon

Shiny flowing Heni Lo, glowing like the moon

I saw his hands hiding two unusual eyes

They say he’s bloody but normal

They say he’s sane, he’s low but sane

Strategies In An Usual Day

Platforms over water, over green sea

Been walking the day, escaping home for many weeks

Crossing all those strange (and) filthy people

This so long road to find a reason for being on

Then I found this foundry, stood by the waves

Given up to the dirt which eats it away

Conveyed from the continent to this station

Being in the ocean has nothing fun

Planning strategies to justify

Hiding in the right way, in an usual day

Explaining my presence Oh so far

Maybe I’m simply lost but…it’s not enough

Thinking to the way back, the received a blow

Thrown by a little hand that doesn’t wants to show

A face to strange to stand on a too normal body

“There’s nothing strangest that the beast in front of me”

He was ready to fight, he was ready to swim

But he was not able, to be beaten by a stinking steam

As surely is that he’s becoming a gift to the beast…

He’s dead.

Planning strategies to justify

Hiding in the right way, in an usual day

Explaining my presence Oh so far

Maybe I’m simply lost but…it’s not enough

Brotherhood About Dogs

It was time to take the boat

The wind was strongly blowing the heat

As his feet were beginning to freeze

His limp head brought him in a dream

He heard the rustles of the leader

Dressed in green and floating in the air

Striking him with a stick

Threatening him to tear away his head

Some of us are dangerous ones

Ready to be cruel

We were losing our faces

Rabid dogs in a bird cage

Brotherhood about dogs, in there,

Became the only way for healing

In brotherhood they trusted without

The help from “those who see”

Heni Lo

All the children have what

We call an imaginary friend

Who help them to move on, becoming

Beautiful and to please

I know that you do not like

Your body nor your head

But I can give the second chance

About which you dreamed

If you have difficulty in walking,

I can help you to fly

To escape the human laws,

So absurd for both

I could give you a smile

Till the end of your life

You will leave only to eat

Those that accuse

Isn’t I fun

Becoming something sweety

Your heart’s changing

In what you saw, Heni Lo

Terrifying insect

Eating every part of your head

Eating Heni Lo, eating Heni Lo

With An Other Head

Instead of leaving a wicked piece of world

Seed decided to face and to shout (in) that war

But he felt on his back

He saw that wife, standing in the dark

This face that calls him, is not the one he knew

She said

“Talking about problems, thinking about solutions

I decided to take myself that fate

I’ve changed my head today

I was sure this was the one you loved

I’m suffering at every corner

But this is now the war is cleared and done

Slowly walking to him, a mouth full of teeth

Still talking to please, melting tears in breathing

Then she talked about their monster child hidden in the dark

“That world has become mad since your day of leaving

Talking about problems, thinking about solutions

Let’s decide to take ourselves our fate

I’ve changed my head today, has you’ll change yours to know

How we feel like animals

As hairy, dirty, selfish animals

Family House

Dark hours slowly walking like zombies that doesn’t like me

Sat down since so many months

Looking at that grease that flows from her…

But I always had (an) opportunity to choke,

Always a moment to hang, always a moment to break

Her so unformed carnal coil

And never take

Any time to get stronger that the hairy tramp I am

Any string to revenge the little one

To get back the… Hush!

Hush…

(Since) I’ve never met my own son

Hidden somewhere under the roof

Something has come in there since all these years

But where shall we go, and when shall we shine over lies

I’ll stand, I’ll stand here for my pride

Then he never found his son,

But he still crossed some of his tracks

In the bend of the corridors

“He’s alive, he’s alive, he’s hungry but alive”…

Heni, I’ll find some way to give me to

This hunger you cry, resonant in here

Over us, I’ll be eaten by you my son

This hunger you cry, resonant in there

I’ll be eaten by you my son