Monday, August 12, 2013

Blood Meridian...

“A legion of horribles, hundreds in number, half naked or clad in costumes attic or biblical or wardrobed out of a fevered dream with the skins of animals and silk finery and pieces of uniform still tracked with the blood of prior owners, coats of slain dragoons, frogged and braided cavalry jackets, one in a stovepipe hat and one with an umbrella and one in white stockings and a bloodstained wedding veil and some in headgear or cranefeathers or rawhide helmets that bore the horns of bull or buffalo and one in a pigeontailed coat worn backwards and otherwise naked and one in the armor of a Spanish conquistador, the breastplate and pauldrons deeply dented with old blows of mace or sabre done in another country by men whose very bones were dust and many with their braids spliced up with the hair of other beasts until they trailed upon the ground and their horses' ears and tails worked with bits of brightly colored cloth and one whose horse's whole head was painted crimson red and all the horsemen's faces gaudy and grotesque with daubings like a company of mounted clowns, death hilarious, all howling in a barbarous tongue and riding down upon them like a horde from a hell more horrible yet than the brimstone land of Christian reckoning, screeching and yammering and clothed in smoke like those vaporous beings in regions beyond right knowing where the eye wanders and the lip jerks and drools.” 

Tuesday, August 06, 2013

"Gloomy is Sunday, with shadows I spend it all 

My heart and I have decided to end it all." 

Every day is like this these days

Sunday is gloomy
The hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless

Little white flowers
Will never awaken you
Not where the dark coach
Of sorrow has taken you

Angels have no thought
Of ever returning you
Would they be angry
If I thought of joining you?

Gloomy Sunday

Gloomy is Sunday
With shadows I spend it all
My heart and I
Have decided to end it all

Soon there'll be prayers
And candles are lit I know
Let them not weep
Let them know that I'm glad to go

Death is no dream
For in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul
I'll be blessing you

Gloomy Sunday

Dreaming, I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep
In the deep of my heart here

Darling I hope
That my dream hasn't haunted you
My heart is telling you
How much I wanted you

Gloomy Sunday
is absolutely Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sunday
...Sunday

Saturday, August 03, 2013

Why the hell is this not available for Kindle?


Can't Save Me

I sold my soul just so I could feel paid
I broke my heart so I couldn't feel pain
I've lost my faith cause' I can't justify the weight
I've got no hope that's only for losers and fakes

I'm nothing but a user and an abuser
You don't wanna know what's on my mind
I know i'm just a fool but i'm not fooling
Not afraid to make a fool out of my self
And fuck your money
Fuck your fame
Fuck my life I walk away
And fuck our love
Fuck i'm sorry for everything I ever done
You can't save me
You better give your self to someone else
Fading
I'm just fallin' into my condition
Fading
You better put your time in something else
Save me but don't worry about it now
You better save your fucking self

I lost my mind just so I could escape
I still got time but I know it's too late
I still got friends to tell me i'm ok
I still alive but I keep on testin' fate

I'm nothing but a user and an abuser
You don't wanna know what's on my mind
I'm nothing but a fool but i'm not fooling
Not afraid to make a fool out of my self
And fuck your money
Fuck your fame
Fuck my life I walk away
And fuck our love
Fuck i'm sorry for anything i've ever done
You can't save me
You better give your self to someone else
Fading
I'm just fallin' into my condition
Fading
You better put your time in something else
Save me but don't worry about it now
You better save your fucking self

Try just a little understand what i'm telling you
I'm not what you think
I started off doing the right thing
Life got in the way
You don't know what to say
I'm not asking why

You can't save me
You better give your self to someone else
Fading
Fallin' into my condition
Faded
You better put your time in something else
Save me but don't worry about it now
You better save your fucking self

God

“I always thought when I got older that God would sort of come into my life in some way. He didn't. I don't blame him. If I was him I'd have the same opinion about me that he does.” 

Two Dreams

“I had two dreams about him after he died. I dont remember the first one all that well but it was about meetin him in town somewheres and he give me some money and I think I lost it. But the second one it was like we was both back in older times and I was on horseback goin through the mountains of a night. Goin through this pass in the mountains. It was cold and there was snow on the ground and he rode past me and kept on goin. Never said nothin. He just rode on past and he had this blanket wrapped around him and he had his head down and when he rode past I seen he was carryin fire in a horn the way people used to do and I could see the horn from the light inside of it. About the color of the moon. And in the dream I knew that he was goin on ahead and that he was fixin to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up.”