All the far-out people
With all the far-out dreams
Gather up beneath the flag
Noone has ever seen

When the cry for all your fears
Comes flying out of the wilderness
There'll be nothing left to see all year
Except your brawling foolishness

Besides the years and the dormant roar
I hadn't lost a thing with her
What a funny little price to pay
For a love that had to wither

And I have to keep on going 'til I
See another crossroad sign
'til I find something that asks my soul
Which half it will leave behind

'cause the will to live is a sorry play
Written by a senile director
And there's noone alive that can run in and save it
From the schizophrenic whim of every voyeur curator

Now I heard you asking "Then what's the situation?"
There's a hound dog whistling at every girl on the station
I can't run out with my head disassembled
Into a world that wants me to only resemble
A God or a loving pet

They say "spit venom" but what they want is truth
All packaged up in a witty sermon
Well, the time is near to cut my lemon
Rent a booth, and start churning
Them books & lyrics about my hell & heaven

Now I feel on a roll, but truth be told
I half expect the wheels to shatter
About half way across the board
With no way to call or write a letter

The policemen arrived with a curious step
The sirens blared a red-blue disaster
I rolled the window down, and I heard them say 
"Her smile is gone", and not a moment later
I surrender 
The peacock in the trunk

I followed up on my jail time
With a quick stop by the sun-lit sea
There I met a mystery
With honey rings in a pair of brown eyes

We never slept, and never kept
Any secrets from each other
All our days and nights we spent
Making kintsugi out of our
Favourite broken parts

But then I heard her say on a cloudy day
"I have to go so far away
But let's stay in some kind of touch
A letter here and there can't be too much?"

Now on rainy days I sit back and think
Of all the words that could get her to skip a blink
Out in every yard there's a yelling bard
Running around & working, but not too hard

And I gotta go 
'cause now I heard them say
They found another line full of promise 
Just earlier today








Now I Heard Them Say

Look at that flower blooming in the stroller
Sun was up and shining real early that morning
The streets were crowded with memories
I'd hoped my new place would be somewhere near

Windows glistened under pale blue skies
Some wound-up cyclist shot right by me
Emptied booze still rolled down the pavement
I could see it'd been yet another good night

And I couldn't help but wonder
Where all of that was going
It was a fine, good life
And it was disappearing

Hopped on a train for a quick fun ride
Eyes were fast to make connections
I peeked out blindly through the darkened windows
Saw the young old moon just hover in clear skies

Made a wild offering to the raving gods
Can't say I remember much at all
The lights blink at me from across the sea
Reminding me of another such occasion

And I can't help but wonder 
Where all of that was going
It was a fine, good life
But it was disappearing

I've had some sick violent escapades,
I've walked on hot tight ropes without even knowing it
I've searched the spirit for a sign of meaning,
And I've lazed around just to try that too

Inside of me there's a burning questionmark
And quick judgment of all-too-certain fools
Nothing left to do but live somehow
And hope that something will come out of it

But I can't help but wonder
Where all of this is going
It is a fine, good life
And it's disappearing

Fine, Good Life

Today I know you do forget
Some of the time
Until the day you once again
Meet the good old reason to cry

But I did for a while see other things
I took a little trip into life
Now I'm coming home, let's see what that brings
Maybe a little time to write

And everything is going well
Around the wasteland
There's both too much and little to tell
About what kills a pair of hands
 
Though I did for a while think otherwise
There is no going back
It's time for a wild throw of the dice
And moving on all in black

I Took A Little Trip

I never knew what was up 
I never knew what was down
I never knew how to see

So long as I washed in the rain
The heron sang all night in vain
I'd never come to where they lay

I always found you to be
Full of air, a nest in the streets
My own mind played to your beat

So long as I washed in the rain
The heron sang all night in vain
I'd never come to where they lay

I never thought I'd play this game
Of shining gold upon the flame
Looking down where everything's the same

So long as I washed in the rain
The heron sang all night in vain
I'd never come to where they lay

I never knew what was up
I never knew what was down

Marko Palanovic

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