Winged-Hat Mario

My watch’s on time, no transition

Attached to the couch, what am I staring at

Guitar riffs, loud shred guitars

Shit, this place is clean

Now I refuse

To stop smoking weed everyday

I refuse

To let tears continue to roll down to the floor

I refuse

To be ashamed of what I do

I refuse

To continue to pretend that I’m not high

All the time

I think I’m leaving this planet, whatever

A star’s a flower, as my heart can’t sink lower

Oh baby let me be free, through the herb cloud

Give infinity a sense my Goddesses of the Day

Said I refuse,

Not to fight back the dragons anymore

I refuse

To erase the sensation of my bed like it’s a warm beach

I refuse

To leave power from my spiritual mind

I refuse

Not to escape the brutal boredom of what you call existence

As a stance

My heart’s an abandoned house

A demolished bus stop

A burnt down forest park

I’m… lost in the woods

People Get Bored

First you’re here

Everything’s fine

Then people get bored

You’re making coffee

Smoke a cigarette

Then people get bored

Put on a record

Look at me

Then people get bored

It’s fine

I don’t want to upset anyone

Stay myself

Then people get bored

Passepied

Ma poubelle remplie

Jamais ne désemplit

Mon frigo rempli

Si souvent vide

Ton visage sur mon frigo

Me fait rêver

Si belle, si vierge

De sentiments

J’attends qu’on vienne me chercher

Mais je ne cherche personne

Cet homme à l’arrêt

Même le bus est passé le prendre

Il n’y a pas de prélude à mon après-midi

Pas de départ, ni de destination

Mon café est chaud

Comme ma console de jeu

Comme ma chaîne hi-fi

Comme mon ordinateur

Combien de livres ai-je lus ?

Combien ont lu en moi ?

Qui me jugera

Sous ma couverture

Triumph of the Cold World

I think it’s raining

But tears are too thin

I can’t see in

There’s evil in the residential area

Can’t tell if I’m waiting for something

Can’t handle anything

Time does its job

33/3

Ends up looping

Images compose

It’s not hyperreal

Van Morrison’s a quiche

Gazing at the window

All there is to see

Is a window

And it’s 93

I don’t want to go out

Tomorrow there’s Internet

Let Her Go

She's pretty
She's real
Not a 2D anime girl

Let her go

She likes you
Doesn't love you
It's not you

Let her go

Yes it could
It would be
But it won't

Let her go

So pretty
So unreal
Faked engine

Let her go

Situation 404

I know I know I want your body
All and only for me
When desire is consumed
For you it's only an error

You don't you don't know who you are
Always missing radar
Under a burning moon
Is it a sign, or...

The smell on my fingers
The taste of your blush
Quickly vanished vapours
A ghost I will cherish
For who ?

To find the sincere tenderness
Get the risk of the guillotine
I don't play no fucking chess
Is it a sign, or...?

mu-mu ra rayne

i'm just a nerd wiv long blond hair
used to dream, dream away
of my near-coming grave
plenty of fish in my dead sea
makes me chunder everywhere

is it lov? is it anal?
is it square out in the air
for the love of a teddy bear
never enough money in my dead sea
forces me to kill the banal

i'm just a nerd wiv long blond hair
used to dream, dream away
of approaching waves
plenty of fish in my dead sea
regretting them as they were

but now she's gone in paradise
i don't know which one
she mustn't have chosen
she's a rotten corpse under ground
that's rough