The Beady Pocket
The Goblin Tree
Lost trinity of mountains,
abandoned old villages,
so lost, so free.
The burst of emotions,
the fountain and the bridges,
the goblin tree.
The water there flows upwards,
and folks are speaking backwards,
but we all know what they mean
And all the local kids sleep,
and dream so big underneath
that goblin tree.
This Game Is Too Much For My Body
Pain doesn’t leave your body,
it just pours over from side to side.
The game ends when you leave the party
and land at your place with wine.
Let it rain.
But when you’re inside,
the rain can’t get you wet.
So does that mean that if I hide,
the demons can’t get my head?
But I was never the person to hide,
I’d rather emerge and get burnt inside.
I flick off the ashes after every grey part.
To die trying or to force myself stop to want?
Pain doesn’t leave your body,
giving you depth, settling down inside.
This game is just too much for my body,
all I want is just to want one coffee and a smile,
the peace in my face and no party,
no rattle in my mind.
Let it rain.
Drunk’s Heavy Rain
Double Feeling
I can feel the blues
from me and you,
it shines through.
It was so beautiful, I cried.
I can see the hues.
What is that look?
Like I’m about to lose
and end up all over the floor.
Reflections of me,
all around here.
Reflections of me,
all around here.
Reflections of me,
all around here.
Reflections of me,
all around here.
Come find me.
It was so beautiful I cried.
I’d be so, so bored if you were black and white.
But don’t you worry,
I have it all under control,
under my influence,
even.
Reflections of me,
all around here.
Reflections of me,
all around here.
Reflections of me,
all around here.
Reflections of me,
all around here.
Come find me.
It was so beautiful I cried.
I’d be so, so bored if you were black and white.
We are, oh, so far from black and white.
Iris
