Post by Ashley on Nov 7, 2014 16:32:52 GMT
eleven three she went and fell
through hallways down the water
to a pool beneath a slide
her head dipped down
hair wet
and god slipped across the sky
in shadow globs of molten glass
three pages ripped from inside
the valley of those terror filled
and silent jammed mountain peaks
of robust lips and jibber jabber
yammering of Montgomery in the ear of Rommel
sold you out sold you out
sold you better than the last
four hundred 3 four hundred 2
servant circles round the secret lines and hallways
buttressed in the breaking afternoon
her silent call was squalid in the late smattering
of her fathers ashes, blending into snowflakes
torn from out the heavens
in the gash of weed between the vines
that silence fell sliding down
the trees
into the silence of the frozen sordid pool
its getting old inside this film
the plates are jammed between the lines
of subtitles
text and meaning, language
paraphrased from english to the french
to the reason d etre
la signification de la nausee
cercles sous le soleil
sous un calme vide
and i slipped in and out of frame
as the glass held aloft came shattering to the roof
of the house she called her home
eleven six and thirty three
we break into three circles
spinning each its own
each its silent pool of hardened glass
and her father died when she was 10
he starved to death and lost his drive to keep afloat
the world is partly gone and rising up in others
some people fine the others jangle keys behind them as they lock their doors
to keep the violent city out
my god is hidden in the shadows, not written from a camel
spoken to the spinning crew from larger to the smaller
each meaning hidden in the last till the primary mover
moves his hands and covers up the mess
and we forget about the rest.
through hallways down the water
to a pool beneath a slide
her head dipped down
hair wet
and god slipped across the sky
in shadow globs of molten glass
three pages ripped from inside
the valley of those terror filled
and silent jammed mountain peaks
of robust lips and jibber jabber
yammering of Montgomery in the ear of Rommel
sold you out sold you out
sold you better than the last
four hundred 3 four hundred 2
servant circles round the secret lines and hallways
buttressed in the breaking afternoon
her silent call was squalid in the late smattering
of her fathers ashes, blending into snowflakes
torn from out the heavens
in the gash of weed between the vines
that silence fell sliding down
the trees
into the silence of the frozen sordid pool
its getting old inside this film
the plates are jammed between the lines
of subtitles
text and meaning, language
paraphrased from english to the french
to the reason d etre
la signification de la nausee
cercles sous le soleil
sous un calme vide
and i slipped in and out of frame
as the glass held aloft came shattering to the roof
of the house she called her home
eleven six and thirty three
we break into three circles
spinning each its own
each its silent pool of hardened glass
and her father died when she was 10
he starved to death and lost his drive to keep afloat
the world is partly gone and rising up in others
some people fine the others jangle keys behind them as they lock their doors
to keep the violent city out
my god is hidden in the shadows, not written from a camel
spoken to the spinning crew from larger to the smaller
each meaning hidden in the last till the primary mover
moves his hands and covers up the mess
and we forget about the rest.
