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*** CD Milky Tea ***
Song 1: “Milky Tea”
cold and anguished she trips her way
along the rough and stony roads
through the convolution of her brain
did he really just stick his knife right in
or was it yet again another phantasm
playing games with her mind
and did he really just pour me
a cup of milky tea
to drink my tears away
and did he really just pass me
a cigarette
to smoke my fears away
could you please take my hand
and walk me to the moon
my life should be much worthier up there
could you please take my hand
and walk me to the moon
‘cause i just want to be myself
sure she always thought that
you were definitely
the cutest thing that she had ever seen
how could you then have the guts
to count to three
and give her brain a one last fuck
before you crept away
bold faced she smashes her head
against the marble window sill
to get a grip on herself
dizzy headed she looks down
at the spinning whirl of tea
close to sucking her in
could you please…
down on her knees
she counts “one, two, threeâ€
in hope to read his way of indifference
feeling weakened
she falls flat down on her face
to the cry of a woman weeping
that is her
mildewed and smoldering
her body sinks into the wooden floor
leaving behind
an anemic life that she could
never have lead happily
could you please…
Song 2: “Ambiguous Art”
the time of year entrusts you
with rays of blurry grey
cracked skin and cold intentions
a cry of dismay
but i can see the beauty
it’s the ambiguity of art
that leads us to see
the beauty in great disease
it’s the ambiguity of art
that gives me room to breath
that page of dark confessions
we quickly tuck away
and weave in strands of conscience
before we slowly slip away
nothing strange
close to nothing at all
a blank waiting for the fill-in
piecing life together
like a jigsaw puzzle without a picture
Janet sinks into her usual
world of sweet insomnia
3-2-1 wake up
blood shot eyes
she opens the drawer and grabs a knife
with a heart drumming off-beats
she slides through the door to her treasured husband’s disguise
she traces the blade along the kerb of his eyes
humming their wedding tune
pushing it in
she catches her sight in the mirror
beaming a smile
oh janet Green are you feeling alive?
the shadow of Jack Daniels on the wall
next to three smiling faces on the beach
there’s little Peter
“Mummy, has Daddy lost his eyes?â€
blood trickling down the stair
Janet falls and falls
3-2-1…
Song 4 “Sin City”
don’t turn around
the flush of bold words are milling behind you
but “welcome†says the devious fox
to lead the way
so, the caged bird makes its way through the darkness
bye bye to the fake smile
that thought it could part seas
rinse your throat with razor blades
and let the pieces lie just where they fell
sick of piecing them together
and please fast forward to the scene in which we
find our deadly embrace
sweet oblivion
walk the cramps off
naked in the cold
maybe we should mull this over
before you just stuff it down my throat
the perpetrator’s step is near
rewind the tape
bye bye to the fake smile
that thought it could part seas
rinse your throat with razor blades
and let the pieces…
