Give me the seaGIVE THE UNLIMITED GLORY THAT LIFE DESERVE
THE SUN DARKENED OUR SKINS, BURNED OTHERS, BUT WE MOVED WITHOUT FRAYING A INCH. NOT BECAUSE WE ALWAYS KNEW WHERE WE WHERE GOING, SIMPLY IS WHAT WE DO. SALTS FILLS THE CREVASSES OF OUR FINGERPRINTS, ROLLING SAND DISSOLVING IN THE SWEAT. SATURATION, THE BRINE AT MAXIMAL POTENCY, IT ONLY PRESERVES DEAD FLESH, LIFE HAS CHOSEN THE LIGHTNESS OF BEING. WORRIES EATS FROM THE INSIDE. JOHORThe grave of the sultans of Johor speaks of glories, The Koran open, a minute of meditation, On a flying carpet traveling time. The spices of Chinese roasted duck, the green of boiled vegetable, Greener than green, Indian transvestite blinks for a tease, Open to the hustlers and families alike, The streets sing her busy songs of loud voices, Car and motorcycles, While a street seller offers the aphrodisiac spread from around the world. Viagra from the US, or china if you like, Massage oils and powders, herbs and ointments, While the pimps canvass the street. The hair dressing salons sprouts like soja beans, Some to do your hair, Other to sell you back your sexual desire. Informations, bites, waves, a take over with pirated cds, Computer programs, All in dimmed light alleys, Latest hip hop shirt, Imititation nike and reebok, Always with the beat, Trying to create a scene, Never succeeding, The scenes can only start with the roots, Or the new. Interzone, Memes and scenes straight out of Japan, Where techno avantguarde shapes the minds of a new generation. Lures, bright, flashing, In your face, True colors hide behind the grid, The hues of an afternoon sky, The flame of a burning candle. Work of attention, To navigate between the traps. The roots reveal themselves in architectural designs, Kampung bringing a possible setting for a scene, But where have the minds gone? Temples of lonely souls, Singing their sorrows, Drowned in a void of no meaning, A love for sale that can can’t be sold, And the gods are watching, Waiting. Sensations for sale, The race is on, Catch me if you can. Tuna has disappeared from the sushi bars, All exported to the highest bidder, Japan, US… Meanwhile the magazines runs articles on the death of the ocean, And no one cares. Shiva peeks a mirror eye, While I am Offered food for the gods, Textures, spices, colors of synestesia, My feet resonate the temple, Under the spell of a magic musician. |
So few people will knowPART 1
HOW SO FEW PEOPLE WILL KNOW, THE LONGING OF THE OPEN SEA. HOW SO FEW PEOPLE WILL KNOW, THE SENSE OF THE OCEAN BLUE. UNDER YOUR SPELL, THE SALT ON MY SKIN, THE WINDS IN MY HAIR, AND FREEDOM, IN MY MIND, TO REMAIN MAN. YES THERE ARE TIMES, OF FIERCE STORMS AND DREADS, OH YES THERE ARE TIMES, OF FEAR AND LONELINESS, BUT NEVER, NO NEVER, WILL A MAN BE SO NEW, ON THE OPEN SEA. WILD FOAM SHINE THROUGH OCEANIC MADNESS FOR A BIT OF SANITY AND THE MOON, CALLING MY MIND, HOWLING TO THE WINDS, FREEDOM IS A HORIZON SO BLUE, THAT SHOWS NO IMPERFECTION, THAT SHOWS A MIRROR, OF WHO YOU ARE, OF WHO YOU CAN BE. I GOT A NEW LOVER, A PURPLE HAZY KIND OF LADY, A SLICK BOW TO SLICE THE SEAS, I GOT A NEW LOVER, A PURPLE HAZY KIND OF LADY A SLICK BOW TO SLICE THE SEAS, INFINITY, TRY TO KEEP YOU FREE, LONGING FOR THE OPEN SEA. KEEP THE DREAM ON GO RIDING WAVES AND WINDS OF CHANGES, FOR THE LOVING TO SHOW, AND RISING TO THE CHALLENGES. PART 2 I CAN’T TAKE YOU ANYMORE, TOO MANY THRIFE FOR YOUR LOVE. BUT REMEMBER I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU, YOU ARE IN MY BONES, IN MY MIND, IN MY HANDS, IN MY LEGS, IN MY SKIN, YOU ARE SO PART OF ME, THAT WHATEVER HAPPENS, WHATEVER THEY SAY, WHATEVER THE WHATEVERS, LOVE WILL ALWAYS KEEP US TOGETHER, YOU TEACHED ME TO LONG FOR THE OPEN SEA, YOU TEACHED ME OF WHAT I AM MADE OFF, AND I GAVE YOU ALL, ALL THAT I COULD BE. BUT NOW THE TIME HAS COME, COME TO BE APART, I WILL NEVER KNOW WHY, I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND, BUT THE UNIVERSE WORKS IN PECULIAR WAYS. MEMORIES FLOODS. TIME AFTER TIME. AS ANY LOVERS, I HOPE THEY WILL TAKE CARE OF YOU, I HOPE THEY WILL TRULY LOVE YOU. AND NOW, I COULD CLOSE MY EYES, AND REMEMBER EVERY INCH OF YOU, LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY, LIKE IT WAS NOW. TIME, OR YES TIME, CAN BEND AND SHIFT. NO ONE WILL KNOW I MUCH I LOVED YOU, NO ONE WILL LNOW I MUCH I CARED. THEY ALL THOUGH I WAS A FOOL, A FOOL THAT WILL NEVER LEARN. PART 3 THERE’S NO WHERE TO HIDE, I CAN’T ESCAPE YOUR MOODS SPRAYS OF TURQUOISE BLUES PICKLES MY OCEANIC SKIN, DARKEN BY THE SUN, MY EYES, HALF CLOSED, WATCHES THE SWELLS. LET’S TAKE THE RIDE, ON A PURPLE GLIDE, WHEREVER WE GO, WHATEVER WE DO, LET’S KEEP THE STYLE, LET’S KEEP THE LOVING. LET’S KEEP LIFE FUN. IN TIME OF TROUBLE, BECAUSE THEY WILL COME, DON’T LET THE BASTARDS GRIND YOU DOWN. YOU SIMPLICITY MIGHT MAKE YOU LOOK LIKE A FOOL, BUT REMEMBER WHO HIDES BEHIND THE FOOLS. BUDDHA AND SOME OTHER MAD FORCES SYNERGIZED TO LAUNCH THE PURPLE LADY INTO A DREAM OF OPEN SEAS. |