hunter-hunters pt.1

January 7, 2009

this is the pre taste

this is the icicle

this is pretentious

word is the hunter

hunter-hunters, unite

 

pisses on her parade

money is my queen

cute air, damaged hair

from now on

 

this is the pre taste

this is the icicle

this is pretentious

word is the hunter

hunter-hunters, unite

 

hope, there is still a hipster

wait to be eliminated, illuminated

we all go black

progress, but we’re still blind

 

this is the pre taste

this is the icicle

this is pretentious

word is the hunter

hunter-hunters, unite

 

dances with invisible strangers

my nineties wallpaper shirt 

it doesn’t match my skirt

she is looking down on me

 

this is the pre taste

this is the icicle

this is pretentious

word is the hunter

hunter-hunters, unite

 

but we’re nice to each other

but we’re nice to each other

believe

January 7, 2009

the father loves the dramatic

the mother just hides and slides

trinity is snowed in

frozen forever, thank their god and their projections, believe him

 

me, the slayer

her name is jane

the meat is between my legs

it’s getting smaller, thank you, my crutch god, i believe in you

 

cut it off, cut it off

you amazon with hair on your thighs

i trust you, i want to bite you

rashes rushing down the spine, believe me

 

maybe, she just doesn’t want to

maybe, she just doesn’t want to have

thicker patchwork-skin, australian traveller

she’s out of grass, believe her

 

distract the viewers

she`s 17, but at least she’s not 40

is it

avril lavigne

or the goth mother, don’t believe her

 

is it

mine or is it yours

the bar, the river, location! location!

my new brother is their new son

at least, they believe him

 

goodbye new family

in the end

January 7, 2009

in the end they’re just people, too

trying to live

freefalling

no string attached

on their way down

 

in the end, they do it secretely

in the end, you do it secretely

caressing the stick and the hole

but no one knows, though everybody knows

we`re in this together

 

in the end, they say it doesn’t matter

but you cannot find an end

anywhere

twitching eyelids

too many tracks to tell

 

in the end

it all comes down to trade

it all comes down to material

finish the friendship or the politeness or this one state solution

 

in the end

we have to renew, review and improve

optimize the self – destruction, 

write it down and sing it out aloud inside

 

it’s a beginning

when you start walking

arms wide open

it’s the constant tribal beat

timeline

December 20, 2008

i’m back at the cliff

i’m back at civil service with all the lovely creatures

i remember

her birthday was also my day, what a sign, her sigh, our saturn

my version is her version

on the 5th of december, or was it the 4th?

we were supposed to be free, 

my mandolin sang goodbye, goodbye, we’re free

while i was eating a slice of pizza

 

i am happy with my past

writing, my fingers are dry, six hours ahead, i am with you

the show is easy and true

most of my friends hate the word “path”

but still, i can’t help it, i’m touched

and i’m touching the pad to feel

and i’m listening to the mad world to feel

and everybody needs to quote honestly

and, please, fuck, more

 

i’m back fucking amsterdam

i am better off than you, you emo-asshole

big fleshlight

you and your motorbike, in need of a place to crash in france

will they never ever let you out of that cell?

it’s 2001, 2004, 2007, who cares, it’s post-millenium time

over and over again, artificial sacrifice

a time when age doesn’t matter, we’re longing

but the level is high

 

i only tried to discipline you

no one knew, that we were each other

and not ourselves

i fear you, your berlin, your intimate buddy

your america-leaning, your class

i’m trying to get rid of angels and alike

i’m travelling to destroy another illusion

i’m working, i’m eventually working

i miss you, 

though you were always there

 

merge

a good hiding

December 20, 2008

every new excitement

deserves 

a good hiding

to be stuck in the past

put a veil over that eye

 

free from is free for

free from them

it seems

free for is free from

it means

 

this is full of blood

pumping 

through the new lenses

joy and excitement

saliva is dripping inside

 

free from is free for

free from them

it seems

free for is free from

it means

 

every new excitement

deserves 

a good hiding

to be stuck in the past

put a veil over that eye

holy room

December 20, 2008

today, i’m staying in to celebrate the hiding place

and dreaming about the potentially screaming riot poof

all those binary voices in my head, i’m thinking about the melting poles

in this city, blocks away from the masses and their threat,

their furry fashion, doggie coats and digestive disorders

 

in a holy room with a window

staring at the snowflakes 

and the orange streetlight’s shimmer

i am under currents and cars

 

today, the wallpaper covered by  ancient maps, is crumbling

i’m beneath the waves and leafs figuring out my cabin plans

i was lacking water when i bent down to the floor, but honestly

am i giving up the dependance for a life of sophistication?

it all falls into place, but i have to constantly ask myself in a slow pace

 

in a holy room with a window

voicing the vice of desk sitters

that don’t really need anyone else

i am under currents and cars

to be sonic

December 20, 2008

the soup is my emotion digitale

the poster is a window

the poster of a hero

ether is the layer that i need 

to not be laid bare as a blank canvas

to not be covered by blue grey fume and foam and skin of skimmed bloody milk

to sometimes not be green in the head

 

to be sonic

to be sonic

to be sonic

 

speaking of digital,

sometimes you start, and you continue

somewhere completely else

thinking about the yes, 

we can, if we can sell ourselves

bullshit, it’s the need to enter a room

the need to go 3-d instead and

 

to be sonic 

to be sonic

to be sonic

 

and anywhere else and nowhere else

too weak to be physical

but proud as fuck to be penetrated

to be sonic