A commodity you sold.
For an act that's gotten old.
A mask that lays discarded in the dark.
A point made that clean missed the mark.
A fragment of a word,
or a story you misheard.
Filled your pockets to the trim with all their mould.
Ignoring the rich fields of gold. 

I know that you don't really care.
I know my faults.
I know that you don't listen in.
I took too long to begin.
Written off.

A momentary lapse,
To behaviours of the past.
Pay the ferryman with coins that you had stole.
A pointless collector of souls.
A phoney masquerade,
A throw off to the shade.
Your tactics are excused now, on the whole.
Felt rung out and wrought by the goal.

I know that you're not really there.
It's just a jolt.
I know that rivalry's a thing.
A simple tune to sing.
From the vault.

I know there's wastelands and a king.
I know the job.
I know there's Snakes and everything.
I caught a glimpse.
Only a glance.
Aside: "Perchance!"
So I've no chance,
With all you Snakes.
So I'm away.

The ringing of the bell.
Won't shake you from the spell.
A payment you have pending from the dole.
A vessel to fill up with coal. 
An unheeded warning.
Before the anger has set in.
The centre that is struggling to hold. 
A vector for lies that are old.

I know that charm can often hide.
A selfish grin.
We've all been taken for a ride.
To hell we go.
In a handcart.
We made a start.
Usual ride.
A dagger in the side.
Misses the heart.


More Snakes

little things

little things (prod. idly blare)

Everybody's asking.
What you gonna do with your days?
With seven hundred little records, and none of them are ever played.
The girl must have it.
The girl must have it.
And if she don't get it, she'll go out and grab it.
A monkey or a rabbit?
Just too stoned to rock.

You're on a black tie, slow ride, rip tide, hard drive, breath.
It's just a hang tight, back slide, corner of time, death.
keep clean, daydream, bad scene, stay seen, bed.
You seem pretty keen.
Though you look pretty green.
Yeah.

Everybody's saying. 
You are wasting your life.
But you don't remember signing up for all this trouble and strife.
The girl must have it.
The girl must have it.
And if she don't get it, she'll go out and grab it.
A monkey not a rabbit?
Just too stoned to fuck.

Nobody's talking, an invisible line.
But how's it gonna help if you just lay in bed and whine?
The girl must have it.
The girl must have it.
And when she wants it, she'll go out and get it.
How far you wanna take it?
Just too stoned to rock.

Oh, it's all a deep red, death bed, he said, she said test.
Another ripped off, bad cough, hot shot, top mop, rest.
Dark green, time team, low means, whipped cream, yeah.
You seem pretty keen.
Though you look pretty green. 
Yeah.

You're on a black tie, slow ride, rip tide, hard drive, breath.
It's just a hang tight, back slide, corner of time, death.
keep clean, daydream, bad scene, stay seen, bed.
You seem pretty keen.
Though you look pretty green.
Yeah.

The Girl Must Have It

A little glimpse of myself.


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O//TXT – I Believe

Believing is not an act of faith,
it is an act of resistance.

When everything fades and light becomes memory,
what remains is the will not to dissolve,
to keep vibrating even within silence.

“I Believe” is the breath after the storm,
the moment when consciousness chooses to stay,
despite the fracture, despite the oblivion.

To believe means to rebuild oneself
with the fragments of what has been lost,
to transform pain into form,
and the end into possibility.

Faith is not elsewhere.
It lies in the very act of rising again,
and continuing to create light
even when the world holds none.

Acknowledgements

A special thank you to Heni Lasut for the wonderful collaboration,
for giving voice to what lies beyond words.
Your voice became light, your emotion became faith.
Through this union of frequencies, I Believe found its true meaning:
the strength to rise, to feel, to exist once more.
https://soundcloud.com/henrieta-lasut

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