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~ Always within the hour ~
Have I, without knowledge, made a subtle pass at you, or have the poses that are mine to strike then perhaps posed a threat to you?
Have I crossed the thin line now, that guards your un-enchanted barn, was it my simple friendliness that stirred the peasants, causing this alarm?
Hänsel, call your soldiers back, this witch sticks to her gingerbread.
Girlfriends, wives or fiancees will save your sacred straightness from disgrace.
Such ugliness laid eyes on you in conversation, plain to see.
Your signals, clearly advertising, stressing the obvious to me!
Oh, bite your tongue, is it too much to ask for, can’t you just for once, keep it in.
Oh, please don’t say it … - spare me your painful arrogance!
Hänsel, call your soldiers back, this witch sticks to her gingerbread.
Girlfriends, wives or fiancees will save your sacred straightness from disgrace.
Say:
Have I, without knowledge, made a subtle pass at you, or have the poses that are mine to strike then perhaps posed a threat to you?
Have I, out of saddest habit, stared for too long at one spot?
Or has my silence been mistaken for pondering on your private parts?
Hänsel, call your soldiers back, this witch sticks to her gingerbread.
Girlfriends, wives or fiancees will save your sacred straightness from disgrace.
~ In Der Palästra ~
As through the pipes the waters fell down to the bottom of the well, in listless apathy I gazed at the cold waters … - as he bathed.
I half behold that scenery and its most sensual masculinity.
Yet, disappointment, oh, can’t you see, is still the cause and the cardinal symptom of my sick, sad reality.
Silver equals chill, but that suits me just fine. I’m shyly sipping water … while he drinks whole jugs of wine. He likes all kind of women, and I … I only HATE … men.
He marvels at all things new to him … - and I only wait … for all things in this sick world … to end.
The water pouring down his spine, caressed his strong physique, oh, so well-defined, calm like a rock he stands, oh, behold his beautiful body and soul a friendly God must have built this man to an all well-balanced whole.
What sad bewilderment this brought, physical clearness, alas, still so much abhorred: an ancient ghost awoke and fiercely arose in me: it was that old, savage, yet half-forgotten ideal of perfect neutrality.
Silver equals chill, but that suits me just fine. I’m shyly sipping water … while he drinks whole jugs of wine. He likes all kind of women, and I … I only HATE … men. He marvels at all things new to him … - and I only wait … for all things in this sick world … to end.
I somewhat envy this naturally beautiful man, he never knew or encountered the hatred and shame that I bare. The doubt, the cloak of disgust and the all-devouring dread, and if I told him about it, he might only shake his head with kindly amused, melodious laughter, he then would perhaps merely smile at my … oh, so stupid silliness … and the BEAST that is raging inside.
~ A little bar of soap ~
(the choir):
Purify your soul, boy!
I wish I was a little bar of soap
I wish I was a little bar of soap
I’d go slippy slippy, slimy over everybody’s heinie
I wish I was a little bar of soap
Bar of soap
(the choir):
Hmm- ba - bar of soap
Slippy, slippy, slime
Hmm-ba - bar of soap
Wouldn't that be fine?
Oh-hmm-ba - bar of soap
Slippy, slippy, slime
Hmm-ba - bar of soap
To purify your soul and your behind.
~ Bitter Sweet ~
(version of Roxy Music song, originally written by Bryan Ferry & Andrew Mackay)
Well this is such a sad affair I've opened up my heart so many times But now it's closed Oh my dear every salted tear It wrings Bitter - sweet applause But when the show's in full swing Every once in a while High stepping chorus lines Mean i'm forgetting Mein lullaby - liebchen How rich in contrast Love can be Sometimes i'm quite amused To see it twist and turn To taste - both sweet and dry These vintage years! Lovers you consume, my friend As others their wine Nein - das ist nicht Das ende der welt Gestrandet an leben und kunst Und das spiel geht weiter Wie man weiss Noch viele schonste... wiedersehn And now, as you turn to leave You try to force a smile - As if to compensate - Then you break down and cry
~ La Mort D'Arthur ~
When I was a little child We often walked the country-side in brightest sunlight, or in rain my mother took me by the hand and as she had me in her tow a frown then came upon her brow she turned her head, looked down at me and spoke these words of prophecy: „Kalte Hände, Froschnatur, von der Liebe keine Spur! Hast kalte Händ’, bist Froschnatur, nein, von der Lieb‘ ist keine Spur!“ “Die Fröschelein, die Fröschelein, das ist ein lustig Chor. Sie haben ja, sie haben ja kein Schwänzchen und kein Ohr. Die Fröschelein, die Fröschelein, das ist ein kalter Chor. Sie haben ja, sie haben ja kein Schwänzchen und kein Ohr.”
~ The Simple Joys of Maidenhood ~
Where the exit-door leads in he scrutinises circling clockwise counting two out of the three slightly above the first degree "Has there been blood?" he asks politely as once a year we do explore with my head resting on the pillow gateways towards Plutonian shores Some are caused by downward pressure so don't strain when opening bowels the simple joys of maidenhood the red-eyed fox is on the prowl Rubber-bands for arteries these Indian seeds do soak like flees reduce the use of salts and lose some weight walk half an hour every day I openly dislike your vagueness in handling hours we appoint but when you choose your pronouns rightly I do silently rejoice Some are caused by downward pressure so don't strain when opening bowels the simple joys of maidenhood the red-eyed fox is on the prowl So listen closely girls and boys this song is about haemorrhoids Not anyone's but mine of course a secret part I now disclose
~ Helvetia Sexualis ~
What if… is a game for scholars So: it was sheer necessity nothing but chance that for reasons hidden to the world has led the two souls here Made them equal like dog and owner annoyed but neutral spend the night sharing the same bed they did slumber beneath two blankets ...side by side It makes no difference to explain How it all came to this 'cause what if is a game for scholars approve and seal it with a kiss! Quickly erasing your lust, all we inspire is disgust. But then, of course, you can never be sure. and that's the ghost that's haunting you !!! Familiar causes made me shiver mainly with chill this foetus coiled Apologies did only soothe his anger but explanations could not avoid him winding down the ancient form the spell of insecurity that liturgy which cruelly pointed out the difference between him and me I can't be bothered to explain how it all comes to this because all causes are "familiar" accept, and seal it with a kiss The larch, and not the morning-cock beheld two spoons our cook had graced and as our hero woke, he found his left arm still around my waist he rose, and I, the ugly child born of the shadow sphere allowed my thoughts to briefly travel to a world ..... to far from here where it's the cock that greets the morning and piles have meanings unlike their faces here ... - but what if is a game for scholars not, baby. so try your best now to hide the tears He said, as he walked to the bathroom: "I am not at all like you !!!" "Well I don't have the slightest idea what you could possibly be referring to. But rest assure, man, because whatever this most dreadful thing might be be sure that our difference is more than obvious to the world outside ... and me!" Quickly erasing your lust, all we inspire is disgust But then, of course, you can never be sure and that's the face that's frightening you !!! I can't be bothered to explain, how it all came to this, 'cause what if is a game for scholars and it's called: Helvetia Sexualis
~ Les Fleurs du Mal ~
Oh, I the wetly weak claw led by his strong warm paw walking the forbidden path through high uncut summer grass while hunters nose dive membranes servants to their flight were buzzing all around our heads black parasol, balance and shades Those little bells on my fool's cap all witness to my sad defect crowning my pale seriousness in most ridiculous distress The smile on his weather-tanned face his white teeth somewhat out of place the gentle roughness of his hands dark soil staining his fingernails Ushered into the forest's hold I'm folding up my parasol heralding fears of deprivation in answer to my hesitation he's parting the branches as we move I dare a smile in shy excuse Oh does he know the ghosts I drag the dreadful ending I expect? The boyish hand of this olden maid hints secrets, guarded by her face Does your world know my shadow's near, the loop of time I always fear? The fact that I carelessly stepped into my very own, dark trap? You stride, I'm glancing at your belt ... - should I miss any of the things I never felt? The shaking hand of this olden maid instead waters the flowers on her ancient grave.
~ Shave, if you love me ~
Wax the monkey, shave the bear Jungle-creatures won't be fed in here trim the hedges, cut the trees then you'll know how affection feels Shave the monkey, wax the bear Such hairy creatures cannot stay in here Trim the hedges, and trim the tree who is there hiding in the shrubbery?! Where there's a hole there is an ace I will put a smile on your grumpy face Beefcake vegetarian We're oiled, refined, and slightly tan If we're the heat wave then you're the fan and now we'll gladly carry out the garbage-can we're fifty something, well-aged wine if you're wooden in your cask that's just fine. I'll be your garland queen of Lace the Sleeping Beauty in our maze oh, fifty something well aged win me, the wooden cask, that's fine I know you like me to watch you piss you're only waiting to be kissed you're such a beauty to behold here comes a shower and it's made of gold I'm a flower, water me let's build a castle by the sea! You're like the sun-shine, morning breeze the sun shines warm on your disease ... - such pollen makes the black birds sneeze. Who is there sitting on your back? There is no need for a sneak attack! If you're monastic to my bliss. Then I will be faithful ... like syphilis. Poor friar dreaming in his cell(s) he knows the art of tonsure well. and all the songs a blade can sing such is the Easter that I bring" The bells are chiming in (y)our vaults, I am the goddess that unfolds iconic beauty, as yet unseen if you're only courting The Virgin Queen so: Wax the monkey, shave the bear jungle-creatures cannot come in here. Trim the hedges and cut the trees then you'll know how affection feels.
~ Some men are like chocolate ~
Gentle words, had been my weapons careful openness and fragile honesty had gradually begun to slowly win him over ... - and somehow had lured him here. Despite my obvious display of defect my miserable frailty, of which I never made a secret I disarmed him with my sincerity that never waned, despite the laughter of public insult, ridicule not even when confessing meant turning myself into a wretched fool. Some men are like chocolate but most of them are like shit and if you don't have the experience to spot that tiny difference you're likely to fall for all of it. In secret, on those rare occasions when no living soul was near, no eyes, no ears, no other people were around to see or hear so there was no danger of some chance intruder to doubt his manliness and strength ... - then suddenly his words grew gentler. and his gestures slightly changed. He did not seem to mind my presence at all came even closer of his own accord, yet still he veiled each subtle revelation in rough-cut gowns of what we call the "ACCIDENTAL TOUCH" Some men can truly be like chocolate but most of them are more like shit, and if you don't have the experience to spot that tiny difference you're very likely to fall for all of it Alas, some men are like chocolate but most of them are like SHIT and if you don't have the experience to spot that subtle difference you're likely to fall for only the promise of a kiss.
~ The Virgin Queen ~
Panda-ghost-face oh, dear me I do still ponder on the old "first question" I ever raised was by mistake, a "singular" one. Handsome and straight I only detect the safety of denial the "masculinear", slap in the face there are some tears I shall never cry Brothers in arms I tend to ignore I am sadly waving a sigh from the other shore It is by far not an easy thing to delight the barren heart of the Virgin Queen. There is not a man walking this earth that I would like to watch I do not care about your pretty face I never thought about your crotch! I do not marvel at your body be it athletic or fat I do not long for your sick kiss there is no room for you in my bed! There's no magic-man wand'ring here, who's wand I'd want to touch! Well, I don't mind a handsome face but none shall ever make me blush! I never bowed before a statu®e for I'm the Gorgon's work of art, I am not dying to be kissed there's no fire in my well-sedated heart Sailors, soldiers, cops and rangers, and fire-fighters too ... - Some like a man in uniform, well, I confess: I do. Auf Pferderucken wohnt das Gluck, schau, dieser Hengst ist gut bestuckt! It is, by far, not an easy thing to delight the heart of the Virgin Queen. Oh, sailors, soldiers, cops, and rangers, fire-fighters too, some like a man in uniform and our Queen does too. But she is married to the throne the royal sceptre that she holds she made the greatest sacrifice for the poses she's destined to strike! We're sailors, soldiers, cops and rangers, fire-fighters too, we're marching men in uniform, our Queen is fair and true Oh, she's so lonely on her throne cold is the sceptre that she holds She made the greatest sacrifice for the poses that she's destined to strike Brothers in arms I tend to ignore, I am sadly waving a sigh from the other shore It is by far not an easy thing to delight the barren heart of the Virgin Queen Brothers in arms she tends to ignore she is sadly waving a sigh from the other shore it is by far not an easy thing to delight the barren heard of the Virgin Queen ...
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