- À Bientôt
- Cyanide Tooth
- Dirty Glass
- 14 Candles
- Echo
- The Dead Ballet
- Light The Sky
- Smoke
- Tilt
- Cover Me
- Nasty Little Boys
À Bientôt
Swim in the midnight sky
Don’t ever say goodbye
With the dolphins of the starlight
Find your way along the seashore
Cyanide Tooth
If the mountain fell tomorrow
Then the foothills wouldn’t seem so far to go
And screams of joy on stone deaf ears
The layers peel themselves off slow
The scenes flood the memory now
The field and the stars and the whispering dunes
Tiptoe shadows in the meadows of the dreamer’s land
And endless arousal
It was only a kiss on the lips
It was only a tear on the cheek
It was only a brush on the breast
A casual smile unlike the rest
A cyanide tooth
And what was the silent obsession?
And where came the hidden release?
We swore all these things belonged to tomorrow’s child
Who feels no regrets
It was only a kiss on the cheek
It was only a tear on the lips
It was nothing but pure and delight
A bleeding of warm candlelight
A cyanide tooth
If the towers fell tomorrow
You’ll beg, steal buy and borrow
Hope
Dirty Glass
The pornographic street scene
distracts even the devout priests.
Don’t budge from your vantage view
in perverts row on the avenue
You can’t complain you’re outclassed
when you’re drinking from a dirty glass.
It’s not like home around here –
it’s civilized without the sneer
And if instead of you it’s me
This time I’ll try your new disease
Just keep your eyes above the neck
And drink your drink
The skinny girls around that wink
Will show you all their shades of pink
Just keep your eyes above your nose
And drink your drink
It smells of cheap wine vOMIt
In every alley corner
The sounds of brothel cries
And smoky looks from bloodshot eyes
And in my haste to leave town
I forgot to tell her I was going down
My friends we are alone
Our dirty glasses will keep us stOned
And if instead of you it’s me
I’ll try to spread your new disease
Just keep your eyes above the neck
And drink your drink
The skinny girls around that wink
Will show you all their folds of pink
Just keep your eyes inside your head
And drink your drink
14 Candles
Morning’s perfect face
Leans in close with lips of grace
Trip it as you go
On the light fantastic toe
The cadence falling sighs
The rhythm in Mirth’s thighs
When I was a single cell
My heart was cast already, and even
When I was a spirit waiting
My prints were etched in flesh
Fourteen candle souls
Warm December’s coming cold
Innocence we lost
Froze in winter’s frost
When I was a single cell
My heart was cast already, and even
When I was a spirit waiting
My prints were etched in flesh
I’ll meet you on the mountain
We’ll shout at the city
And I’ll light you again
When I was a single cell
The die was cast already, and even
And when I was a sprit waiting
I left fingerprints on the scene
When I was your past-life love
I left fingerprints on your seam
Echo
I ate you so hear me
I’m tired and merely
Transfixed by the light show
Bewitched by my echo
When words of unknown tongues describe you
When colour unfamiliar paint you
The lovers of delerium chase you
My bravest heart of faith can’t…
I beg you to touch me
Beseech you to fuck me
Ignore me, I keep
Screaming in my sleep
When words of unknown tongues describe you
When colours unfamiliar paint you
The calmness of your voice betrays you
My bravest heart of faith can’t face you
When blood of unclean flesh flows through you
When tears of blinded eyes fall on you
May everything that’s holy touch you
My bravest heart of faith can’t free you
The Dead Ballet
No one taught her how to
Swim across the lake
She shored up wet, cold and naked
Dead weeds across her face
And decomposed
Her eyes were swollen closed
When her eyes had opened
She swallowed all the world
Everything that was in her
Escaped in taffeta curls
Sleepwalking in the day
Composing a dead ballet
Stealing the moonbeams, the starling of the night
Floats like a fairy, twirling with delight
Anathema on evil
But watching the good girls be bad
She leaves the old man hanging
Like silent Sheherazade
She drinks champagne
In the desert rain
Stealing the moonbeams, the starling of the night
Moves like a fairy, twirling with delight
Conquered the starlight by launching satellites
Choreographing the dead ballet at dizzy heights
Light The Sky
Don’t ever say that I don’t treat you
Without enough of astro-voodoo
I drained myself into your jet fuel tank
But it might as well have been a snowbank
Bent over a rusty barrel
Living in this broken vessel
The only chance I have is make it like it’s special
Touch you like a pirate, try to make you tremble
Then you slap me with your tiny hands
And kiss me with your lips of sand
It blushes blood, into the bulb
And lights the sky
You’re always living in a vacuum
Behave like I am just a costume
Take off for the constellations
Whichever suits your masturbation
In space I’m going to build a station
Beside the one that you vacation on
And when you look across you’ll see me staring back and
You’ll know that we’re watching the same stars tonight
Then you slap me with your tiny hands
And kiss me with your lips of sand
It blushes blood, into the bulb
And lights the sky
Don’t poke at my greedy eyes
But in my prison cell I fantasize about just floating sweetly
Down into the space
You call
Your own
And then you slap me with your shaman hands
And kiss me with your lips of sand
It blushes blood, into the bulb
In a photon flood
And lights the sky
Smoke
She moves like warm molasses
Drips sweetness your chin is covered
Can’t get her taste out of your mouth
Nor do you want to
She moves like summer breezes
Across fields of nectar clover
She carries the heavy scent of
Gold pollen and milkweed
She leaves the room
The sound is like smoke rising
It curls around the nape of your neck
She leaves you like
An opium addicted schoolboy
Lost in foreign tongues
Wanting more
She feels like the ripest fruit held
Between trembling fingers precious
The rivers of melting butter
Stream down through the valley
She sounds like a siren calling
You in the ocean headfirst then
Her silence is broken glassware
Blown by the furies
She leaves the room
The sound is like smoke rising
It curls around the nape of your neck
She leaves you like
An opium addicted schoolboy
Lost in foreign tongues
Wanting more
Tilt
Laid out the cloth, the dusty white silk sheets
Preparing the room for guests, the strangers compete
And if you recall you promised me you’d stay
Don’t quiet the lights to silence the day
The wet warmth of sleep permeates the silk
You know it makes sense when you feel the planet tilt
And if you recall you promised me you’d stay
Don’t quiet the lights to silence the day
Cause even angels die and devils eat their wings
How do you suppose our universes sing?
You know it was good until the snowfall end
It might break your heart for the rest of you to bend
And if you recall you promised me you’d stay
Don’t quiet the lights to silence the day
Cover Me
Cover me with your chocolate eyes so sweet
Come over me, come over me like a swooning spell
My ice melts, my icicles of flesh
Every name you give to yourself is a camera
Every place you touch yourself is exposed on film
Cover me in this dark city that moves
Cover me in your counterfeit identity
And smother me with the velvet gloves of your chastity
Every name they put in your head is a camera
And every place you go into yourself is a chasm
Every name that you give to yourself is electric charge
And every spot that your fingers alight I can see the sparks on film
It’s so sexy when you spark
Nasty Little Boys
You came home wet from February rain
The train station was less a train
And everyone knew but couldn’t say
Was it madness from the mistral rain?
You were stealing peeks in between the cracks
You reminded me to watch my back
The sirens howled with flashing lights
You reminded me of Mr. Saturday Night
You turned a little girl’s name into a transitive verb
And twist ‘til it’s profane and profoundly absurd
The truth soon forgets itself in the noise
And she closes her eyes to the nasty little boys
And they come inside
Down by the path where the willow grows
There lays a body that nobody knows
All songs ©2003 Jonathan Seet/Mazurka Music