seven years ago my husband went sailing that way I was told they were lost to the song of the sirens Oh not my husband he promised me he would came back from the sea it was the evil sailors with him that forced him their way oh you mean old sirens I do not believe in you but if you have him send him back to me if you have bonded him set him free oh my sweet love he wouldn't care for the girls 'round here he promised he would die after me so I wouldn't be alone send him back to the shore with memories of the amazing thing you showed to him

when you are trying to be silent every movement counts be it your wife sleeping or your parents you might have just gone out to grab a smoke or to go drinking, or to meet friends but when you are trying to be silent every movement counts you try to move like a ninja but you are just a common man and suddenly everything seems noisier than you'd say they'd be so take jacks off from your mp3 you need to pay attention 'cause when you are trying to be silent every movement counts be it love that makes you silent or be it only fear you may be robbing a house or placing Christmas gifts but you should move like a cat and the best way to do that is to wear sock gravity is your enemy don't let anything fall don't turn on the computer it will make a sound and when you are trying to be silent every movement counts

I trembled when I met her and I knew the truth and I knew what's right playing, waging my life my life I've been with her talking I've been with her silent smiling, singing about the day, about the love, about the life the life oh I remember I still remember and I know it was a lie and I know it was wrong but I did what I could and she did go away taking my peace, hers taking beauty, hers taking happiness, hers taking my life my life

down in my luck feeling so tired lighting the fire of a love that past has never been again I saw you in the screen of gone memory's awful of the things I know I could have done I'll always remember the feeling of you redhead lady you're the prettiest girl I`ve ever seen But time has passed on and I just stayed here far from your arms and your pretty eyes I learned the lesson of how life is but I just can't grasp the knowledge of this that I could be with you in what came to be the house of a dream right across the sea where people can see you just about every day the thought of this place I can't shake away I left what's yours, and you left what's mine but I couldn't keep you and now I could die and when I'm old bitter and cold knowing I lost the touch of your heart I'll always say that I loved a girl and 'cause she's a saint we fell apart and you will forget of what you once felt I always loved you more and I'm to blame my heart's not as yours and I can't believe that people in Bolivia need you more than me I can't find light though I may roam in the dark streets of this sad 'Paris'

when I was a child I touched the fire I would play with things that burn I played with alcohol cotton and matches on glass plates and stone floors and my mother would tell me to beware of the sun but I didn't care and it didn't burn and now they tell me that the sun will burn out like other suns in other worlds but I will not be there to see it happen I'm just a slave with hopes to be free my feet burning because I walk on fire

feeling the weak wind of this cold night so many nights, just a few dreams trough the empty view of a glass door I see a shadow, a passerby destiny is framed by a big building and this long-built broken sidewalk comes the bitter taste of dark chocolate over the lights of this old street and I think of things that are now gone that I read once in an old book comes another shadow, another story I feel the weight of how slow is time some deep music plays and cars pass by I can see people inside a bus my loneliness can't keep from the memory of a gone woman and her gone love

he had his plans for his future and he defeated his enemies peacefully he had his friends and he loved and they dreamed of their future home filled with grandchildren but without ever doing any of these things or living the life intended for every human being he simply died

I have crushed more souls than insanity I have seen more men than have seen me shields of brass and a wall of gold covered in stones and ghosts the shadow of facts have become facts I can never be covered by darkness my winter's snow doesn't melt in the summer my enemy is a scholarly schemer I'm just a man I'm just a fool I know of torture father of liars soul full of ashes going to the mass of a forgotten god

if in the music of the spheres it still is rotten and cloudy if in the cold the cold is cold and keeps on cold where once there was light and heat if everything near me is beautiful and meaningless it still is, intensely admired but if I look and I see nothing everything is full of meaning I look and I see nothing the mind remembers things that it should not remaking with the past a strange present agony it is all hopeless a present that extends into death my plans died before me, lost forever I'm incapable of love I curse love and I get nothing in return

lost in yet another repeated night I sit down to write so I feel something different I spend my day without thinking right and then at night I just wait for sleep thus distracted, arguably awaken I spend my days and do amazing things acts of goodwill have conflicts of conscience badly pray with no faith pleasure, pain am sarcastic am a fool and I fear none of this may matter if my life is empty and I'm an old fool I will blame others for my problems and I will not remember how I feel today but if I'm lucky it won't be this way and I will know that everything was meaningless but taking care of her and now, present me and old me shake hands one knowing what to do the other one doing it and in moments like this though existence is a burden and with boredom we pay for the miracle of a conscience among being and nothingness in moments like this a truly feel at peace and I truly, truly feel happy cause then I know only then I know she is the sun that warms my world

with the sand from this desert I will make my build blocks from the water that I squeeze from this sand a new sea my work is fruitless I build a house I will not live in but such is the nature of me I use something real ti build something unreal I use time infinite to make something finite and I love this hard life only having legs so they walk me to death only having a soul so I may die

I call her when the sun rises she wakes up before that she will like to hear my voice and she will feel loved I can dream about infinity and don't remember anything in a dream I prove my love to her all she remembers into the night and so a good day starts if life started today I would bet it would work out fine that man would know no pain and I would pray and ask for life to end like this me calling her in the morning remembering her of me

and then I saw the girl I love within the fantastic lights that the sun used to make I can't tell a man's life's worth without this love I feel in the coldest of days oh I know love because I feel it now and where I go love comes with me and I'll love her till we're old and ready to die so I wait to be with her, to see her face so pure like rain's water fresh

so I would never come home never be free, never die on my bed staring at the sun I made something beautiful that now is dead come see me by the door exposed to the world talking of the lost shadows

I have no use for reading the truth I do not comprehend it it was no use memorizing the truth it was not in the phrase it escaped my conscience it was no use writing down the truth the words were not mine and the truth, for me it was nothing and thus I was lost but not anymore I must find out what the truth says about me before I know what I can say about the truth trapped in uncertainty not being able to find the logic beneath the mistakes and lies the first signs of knowledge not yet formed show no sign of a larger conscience I could attain having only hypotheses maybe wrong maybe insane there really is no logic I can devise in the battleground of human experience and the unforgiving human condition certainty is a trap and all I have is this blind machine these trembling hands and these tired eyes to search for an indication that somewhere lost in this chaos of perception, lies and lost time exists the sublime