hey (by deav)
Rio, Mai-Jun 2006
(just lyrics)

hey Bob
how you’re doing?
hope i’m not intruding
i heard a song today
it touched me deep inside
and got me thinking

i don’t know you, i won’t pretend
just got your vision in my eyes
i won’t say i understand
just saw your words among the lies

no i won’t jump on your roof
dance naked in the backyard
don’t need your signature for proof
i’ll try not to make it hard

i don’t want to be led or to follow
the undecided messiah
nor the man of constant sorrow
give my solitude for hire

i just come to say hi
i just come to say thanks
for once more i can fly
no more crawl on the river bank

hey Bob,
still dealing
with this man that you’re building?
i just wanna say
heard a hundred songs today
dust inside i’ve been cleaning

i’ve been building myself too
some may say that i’m too late
well, better late than never, it’s true
i build my road, won’t drown in fate

let me listen to your song again
let the poetry overflow
for deaf were my ears back then
never really listened low

now slowly comes this song
many nights i’ve been dreaming
it comes softly, but strong
it comes humming, not screaming

i just sing to say hi
just to say “i love you so”
if you ever wonder why
all i can say is “i don’t know” (“that is so”)

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dead soldiers dreams (by deav)
Rio, Mai 2006
(just lyrics)

in pieces in dirt they lie
made mud by blood and tears
like in sleep they die
sweet faces hold no fear

lives taken no longer a burden
on their shoulders, for their souls
have carried them, and under
a bruised sky death wave flows

can the open eyes that blindly stare
at nothing, visions hold still
of past sunsets and loving care
and dreams as unlikely as real?

in shallow honor they perished, but fear
not forgiveness should they
a voice of compassion to millions of ears
sings reckoning at the dawn of the day

it sings of dead soldiers dreams
of waste and suicide, dragons and waves
but of love and hope it also sings
of heart and desire where life stays

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writer's prompt 03/20 - 03/26

"if the world would end on thursday, march 23rd..."

i've been thinking about this a lot, between boxes of old documents, boxes of books and suitcases loaded with clothes, since i got this phone call from my mother. the same old story i've been hearing for 20 years, the sea will rise and wash away the coast. now that i 've moved to this beautiful new apartment... well, i keep having images in my mind of the water coming up to the 5th floor loaded with garbage and cockroaches and swimming rats and getting in through the kitchen, because it's open to the outside. but i won't see that because i'll be at work, in the black tower, and i'll watch everything from the top. maybe i should take my mother's advice and pack and go to her house in the mountains tomorrow. or go to my sister's house in the upland. maybe i could get crazy and eat, drink, smoke, fuck as much as i want because the world will end. maybe i could buy everything i want on credit and spend my last days listening PJ bootlegs i've been saving for, drinking ice vodka and eating chocolate. thinking about it, if the world ended, i wouldn't have to spend money on a wardrobe, wouldn't have to give half my savings to the government as income tax, and wouldn't have to worry about the gas company bothering me and the fact that the winter is coming and i don't have gas at home. i wouldn't have to worry that i'm getting older and that i'll never be loved again. but i'll probably just go on as if thursday was a day like any other. choose to believe in that other medium, the guy who told the american government the location of Saddam Hussein's hideaway (and who is now sueing Washington for the US$25 million reward), at least he said the world will end only in 2012. then i would have time to have my band. my perfect companion would have time to arrive in my life. i could buy the new PJ album and go to a PJ show one more time. but... now i realize, what am i saying? everyday is the end of the world for someone... many days almost were the end of my world, only depending on a step more on the street, by the window sill, one more pill, one fine cut on the wrist. and my world has ended many more times before, at every lie, every disappointment, every injustice, every humilliation, every act of lack of love. it really doesn't matter. whatever.

untitled (change)

untitled (change) (by deav)
Rio, Mar 2006
(just lyrics)

"walk the same path..."
for the last time
next time no matter if it's wet or dry
i'll be gone
moving ahead
on another path

strange
when it comes to change
it's the same things
yet nothing is the same...

throw stale memories away
find memories lost in clutter long ago
sometimes to realize
there's no reason to make them stay

pack a lighter pack
though it's not light enough
to carry on my back

unpack to a bigger space
how long until it becomes
and again ceases to be my place?

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true

i told you i’m true
as everything i said
if you don’t believe me
i don’t mind to swear

i won’t swear by the moon
its inconstancy rules the tides
i won’t swear by the sky
cause skies are doomed to fall
i won’t swear by the stars
they all eventually fade
i won’t swear by the universe
cause it expands to the end
i won’t swear by time
cause it doesn’t exist
i won’t swear by my life
cause it’s temporary
and i don’t care much about it now

i could swear by change
the only immutable thing
i could swear by music
the most sacred thing
but i'll swear by true love
cause it’s eternal
so by true love i swear
i am nothing but true
to you.

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