When I wished upon a star I mistook the night for tar And so I was blind But no longer blind I saw I am a passing breath And I know now Why Caesar is
When we touch the world Just to fall apart And our mother lies in state And the broken pitcher glistens And the snow is at the window Making neither
He crouches on the floor, there's a mask on the wall. And he leafs, through the pages of a book. But wait as he may in the shadow of other leaves. His
Bounce the Ball still Softly round it on all sides. The Goal is in each Kits Eye The Ball fixs each eye open It roles to each paws love: Bounced
Hush-a-bye Don't you cry Go to sleepy little baby Go to sleepy little baby When you wake You shall have All the pretty little horsies All the pretty little
Bloody smoke Foggy smoke Beginnings and endings... There's a heart of the world In the bowed bony Burren There's a trip-hole to her heart In soaring
So much silence Stretching above me Around me too Has it deafened me? Has it closed my ears? Has the silence itself Brought about this rapture?
Antichrist and barcodes In the air that we breathe With a little black box I hide in the sky In the water that trickles in our mouths In the codes that
Sorry then bird flight Passes across my window Sorry then dog crouches Under the still sun Sorry then moi je Regrette tout ce que J'ai fait O le
The waves slide down On the crackblack shore, And the sea rolls on Into emptiness. To love is to lose, And to lose is to die. All our meanings dissolve
(Monstrum in fronte, monstrum in animo Process, process, slum full of fun) Beausoleil, reaping Nirvana in a desert land Beausoleil, Thine anger rising
And words of Romans creep in Not written but vengeful The dead are in the tortoise The dead are in their legions And the Trojan ponies trot by Graze my
Sudden the colors And I see peace Not as a sword But as a candle My legs were like frogs Bubble green blisters I was a dog or a calf Licking the Eucharist
Now cursed be thee That would ruin our fair land And cursed be thee That would seal up the wells And cursed be thee That abandon the god's hands And build
Whilst I thought I was climbing I found myself descending Having lost my way let me go up Having lost my way let me go down I have no other work to
As I descended with the Dogs Blood Rising, so then I ascended to the Thunder Perfect Mind. Great grey bloodspeckled slabs of slate have fallen - this
The sun grows dark Earth sinks into sea From their steadings in heaven The bright stars turn Fire and reek burl upwards and break With hazy heat against