New video by me & Coulét for our alternative/experimental project "Lass". The song is called Judith.

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New video by me & Coulét for our alternative/experimental project "Lass". The song is called Judith.
Loss
Comatose vigil Over me in the city of cripples Beggars and whores Impenetrable hope On their empty hands, grime And deep lines of destiny Hope sought after me Over watching the city from rooftops With bare eyes staring straight Into an annular solar eclipse. Deadly thirsts Howled about me, in the air pierced With arrows at my moles Running the risk of ultimately turning cancerous I didn't beg, and also did not give Sedated by the stream running away from hope Ultimately Running away from me.
Home of Eternity
Won't you sit with me And romance for a while Tell me how you got here Don't be scared of the cemetery Ravens crowing over my Ran down iron gate on a single Hinge- even in death some can afford a backyard Others get a place on the shelf But all are eternally equal Home of Eternity, home And a resting place. Sometimes I walk to the obelisk. Sometimes I lay as dead as fog on the hills there- People don't go there Some say they've seen ghosts And tiny drops of light in the rain.
15 Minutes of Freedom
I'd left you as you were Making reports Phone calls Cleaning up the kitchen Our chapped-lip goodby kiss Still lingered on our cheeks and mouths and earlobes As I entered a Tuesday world And the mother-kid couples were bitching About the discovery of the fact of an incomplete homework And the promise of a hot day Fogged up my ray bans with open- shirt cafes Cigarettes, morning pints and occasional Thrift-store gems and my heart sang Albeit, for a different reason: In this teenage sunlit dream paradise I dreamed of losing my blooming freedoms To you; to come back right in To smother your upper lip and to Bite your lower one and Be happy in self-absorbed silence; And take out the trash And thoroughly wash the dishes.
Time and Space
I don't trace Where your eyes go As long as they end up In mine Sometimes I look for Your hand and get en elbow In return But all is fine, I know that everyone Has got to have a space to breathe And a place to call their own Everyone Needs a night to feel alone, but all is fine Sadness is a way to know true happiness Loving truly doesn't always equal being truly loved But it's ok to be the one forgiving As long as you can get that feeling in return.
Cokemoon
She gets dressed slowly Puts her makeup on Looking at her own Through a small mirror in the bedroom Smeared with candlelight. On turquoise marble Pulverizing blow And cutting these beautiful Lines to run thick by her sleeping heart. She walks out onto the boulevard And the lights smile at her And the moon in feathers Falls at the very tip of her footsteps. Couples cling to each other, And the lonely ones she welcomes with a subtle nod While taxis rush and cars slide down Disappearing into the moonlit somewhere.
At All Times
Majestic is the night Omnipotent, omniscient Also tender and beautiful in the creases- Night's belly and the back of her knees. The night looks at me with owl eyes. We listen each other, Then start dancing our own dance. I close my eyes and the tree branches start to whisper; I open them And she stands there, swaying from side to side. I can hear leaf falling, Branch cracking underneath the night; She'd become weightless And the shadows lay pleasant At the corners of her yellow eyes. I take a step toward her And she stands there Waiting for me to fly Away but I've been to the skies; I told her I cared for her And I stayed.
trains
The bay is covered by the soft fog It's a weightless night. I held your arm Half an hour ago, I'm still warmed by your warmth. Other eyes sink into me Not a trace of winter fears left in me I can greet them as a long-forgotten friend. As the reminder of you dies In my hand the memory of you- lives.
Atlantic
Even at the time I knew it was A lifesaver you were throwing me. Looking down after saying something important As I was passing out Hammered by 800 and A Newport clinged in my yellow teeth. Full body weight on the concrete- Pelvic bones against electrified earth You can't jump lower then your own Or be thicker then thumb-point finger girth A life drawing lines in the sand For the youthful moon-begotten Bulging/subsiding surf I always swim to the ocean Ocean more bountiful then land.
Eternal April
A spring cocked in me In the farthest region, On my periphery. I find myself Justifying the existence of onlookers and strangers. Then of people I'm living with. I bend halfway and sink My burned face into my cut palms- Patches of missing skin and calluses- Worth of dealing with something other then my own. Even tried brushing my teeth in a different pattern. Life used to be complex while being delightfully simple, Now it's heartache and headpain day After day and I feel I'm getting dumber by the minute. As I learn more about them, I forget things about myself and I long For amnesia and the bittersweet schizophrenia. I'm better off, I disarm myself, But a spring cocked still a primary cause of my chestpains, It's the splinter rotting at the ends of me, And a conscious decision To be out and over with And never again to be.
Skepticism
I stop writing when in doubt But doubt is a stranger To the hearts of those who Have nothing to lose have eyes Like so in a white bathrobe Across a shitty day like lightning When a pure heart sings Even the silent telephone Even the slip knot made from the telephone wires Can't win and asphyxiate a sunshine There are times I wish it would. I wish it blew The brains of this operation called life somewhere Between 7th and 8th and Market Around midnight. I watch them, too I like how they can't find an avenue To administer while I've got a healthy bodyful. I like how despite nothing I don't exercise my god given right to be an atheist or a misanthrope And most of all I love to waterboard the pleasure Out of a chemical agent called reality.
Immaculate Conception
I watch you sleep in your own world Your hand underneath your cheek I put mine on your shoulder and listen For a heartbeat within you You dream in breathing Changes and muscle contortions Ever so slightly I'm wondering If a touch I touch with Is anything close to the softness of your eyes closed And there are times When you open them and watch me With distant divinity of the oceans Yet others It's nothing short of the original sunrise.
Electric Owl
How we saw each other Full of eyes As a then fullmoon whispered Darkly Heavily the light grew Draping our hands in its deep velvet Chaining our thighs how sweetly Would I bear these shackles of a prisoner Some say lead whilst I saw silver Lighter still Then feathers of a bone owl I looked into night thinking These are the best times of my life And you counted my fingers one by one Extinguishing fires as blooming sunrise And the longing dawn.
Her
Apropos of nothing I am And you are And they Scarcely 21 years I've walked from a grave To the beat of a rain Coming down hard and All of the soft spots autumn left unfinished. One foot in front of the other Is the motion here in the gloom in front of the bedroom mirror Whence the bleeding hope Retreats back off the pastel sheets and warm pillows, I muster, Poking out and gliding the lustre of a great lake.
Always
I have the moon at such an early hour In sight beneath the mist. Who knew that she would be the one, Under the clouds With dearest glance now staring back at me? I plowed her fields in sweat and tears for hours We fell together and likewise we arose I gored the sweetness of her crying flower I stormed her passionate abode. Her glow was scented with most luring oils We broke the chains as we reversed the vows. In incestous bliss I am her faithful brother And she-my wife through splendour and through woes. I take her hand and death will seem salvation My heart is pierced by her unspoken rite In dearest silence we devour movement The constant of our cataclysmic light. Unhurt by meteor nor icy speeding comet Our eyes are cooled by rage of cosmic storm And serpent weaves her thread around our bodies And harder bites his tail the universal worm. I'm veiled by her hair, with stars adorned in wisdom Her precious touch is crowning me king Her whisper shall become my kingdom Her laughter shall become my wing.
Aura of Haven
Wolves dip Copenhagen, somehow That always seemed so romantic. Sea? I've a horseshoe Of Grizzly wintergreen, it hurts me gum to lip- Proper wooden crate splinters and shipwrecks. I have dejavus of finding happiness in my dreams. I walk there, in places thrown overboard Into fog, onto the hills. I want to feel them in the deadend of my fingertips, In the turnpike of my neck and the first few vertebrae Brae, alleys and ghastly streets inhibited By the cold.
Sleep
We laid on the couch, the two of us Bitten by the jaws of aether and Unspoken sunrise It moved beyond the blinds Upon that room-from one end of the Earth To the other. And you had your arm Pressed soft against my thighs All four of our eyes were closed, But it seemed We left here three months ago. The weightless dawn Is nothing but a morbid ghost, Rattling wrought iron in the backyards.