Passing

Ding dung! The electronic chime says that
My time has come. I look at the ticket
On my hand, it says 1045.

How long have I been snoozing
Around the couch, counting the numbers?
I am sure not gonna miss this.

If you are passing today,
Among all the places you hold dear,
Where would you haunt?

Vigil

I think the mosquitoes found here
Were merely domestic. It's already
A jungle in here. Please, you know?

I wouldn't do anything different too!
I wouldn't want to continue this either.
I am at debts, to you at all
–written with a cheap funeral packaged ballpen.

We finished the requiem. And
Last Goodbye by the Kills,
And Keane's strangeland, together.

Despite everything I love my brothers!
I was supposed to buy a keyboard,
To come back and challenge you,
I'm just a tad bit late.

Network Socialiking

I think I am half dead,
If I lie down
The sun set on my head.
If I lie down
The plants grow on my skin.
To think of so many thing
Like- Oh no! I am not a socialist-
and forgotten the word.
You'll wait for me to be king
And I'll come back,
Come back to chat with you.

current listening:

Album In A Day volume 2 - Various Artist
Track: Echo & Narcissus

Bored

It's not raining, indeed.
the buzz was someone's car
Coming back home late like the comic;
He had never prepared to bring a whore.
It's only 1:23 a.m.
It's not a good place actually.
3 minutes, really?
I even started to suspect
Is the thing even moving?
Without hands manned the machines and stuffs,
Without a single person,
Is my internet going to work?
What am I keep loading
the smell of apocalypse.
Without a single person is here tonight,
What is the livecam going to show?
Here is some blind advice—
We are no bugs,
We have eight legs.
But your insecticide was trying to kill.
Please sanitize the whole place,
We might need a mass funeral
For a greater good.
Look for big opened area
And keep jumping.
—Says our local hero.
Let's give us some hopes.

current listening:

Neptune - The Duke Spirit
Track: 007

Dilly-dally

I am building a great wall like China
With entirely rubbish like beer cans.
Hey don't, don't be alone!
It's only quarter hour to tomorrow.
Is my body emitting smokes
To make a cough like yours?
I used to pen these sounds,
When words trapped in my mouth.

It's not a party to shout about
Hearing the click of the cap;
It is all the time you loaned
For all the talks of commissions,
And children's mouths to mend.
I don't know which one would erode,
Maybe I shall halt.
Let's sync before we sleep.

current listening:

Fathom - Foxtail Somersault
Track: A Love Song Part 1

Ambiguity

I was dreaming about the places
You told me delightedly
Over the distance, a smile
I am trying so hard to keep.

The tower stared at me
Shining a pair of red eye
And stand a pitiful sight
A garden where only shadows
Mimic our tête-à-tête.

It has got carried away
In a piece of sand
Where your secret was written
Get washed away by the sea.

Take refuge, and rains
Smeared the bustling lights
This vague space
blurred everyone to ghostlike
And turning into speckles.

current listening:

Under the Iron Sea - Keane
Track: Hamburg Song

Beehive

Dreamt in a beehive, turned himself over
And still a beehive, his head is now too big to hide.
Came the messenger, with a loudspeaker
Handed out a parcel, inscribed with
Bold red felt marker —Thou shalt not touch!
And the meaningless sentence befell upon
He was not sorry, and so allowed the silence swell
Into a river, dividing lands and peoples.
Forgotten the pyres prepared for his own funeral
And the burning day break that promised to break the spell.
A sleep too noisy to be awake,
And a dream too absurd to be made.
How do you want me to behave?
I am turning in circles an unescapable loop.
How do you think this is possible
Echo to turn the show around Narcissus
And took over? And In the end nobody is to cry.

current listening:

Battle of the Sun - Placebo
Track: The Never-Ending Why

Godspeed You! Black Emperor

monologues - royal festival hall live intro

this is the monologue which opened the gybe! live show at the royal festival hall, london, on april 3rd 2000. transcript copied from brainwashed.com.

there is a devil in this world
and no angel will save us
our relations are sickened and damaged as this upside down world
they're turning our neighbourhoods into disneylands
they're building more prisons and doubling their patrols
at the same time miss celine dion sings love songs while our cities burn
in these times, when everything is denied us
anything is possible
but everyday stubborn clumsy beautiful ideas rot on the withering vine
all dreams fall down
failure leads to irony,
and irony smothers us with all the pastel colours of the newest retail superstores
we call for an end to this state of affairs
long live a little bit of autonomy
long live all quiet roof easels
a sort of culture can be built here
all sorts of things can happen
when and if we finally begin to refuse
we dedicate tonight's performance to quiet refusals
loud refusals and sad refusals
we dedicate it to the imminent market collapse
we dedicate it to carpenters
waitresses and drug addicts
we dedicate it to secretaries, alcoholics and schizophrenics
we dedicate it to the boys kissing boys
girls kissing girls
girls kissing boys
and everything in between
we dedicate it to anxiety attacks, hangovers, worried depression
and all the other necessary by-products of trying to live free
we dedicate it to any endeavour who's ultimate unreasonable goal is autonomy
self-determination or joy
we dedicate it to every prisoner in the world


Live at BBC Studio - Godspeed You! Black Emperor
From Internet Archive: Hung Over As The Queen In Maida Vale

Escapism take II

I keep turning around, looking,
Fearing that lightning may strike
On my shoulder. Hiding in shades
Make faint presence, only suspicions
Enveloped in what is unfathomable.
Like circling an unlit room.
Toe tracing the floor for weighty reasons,
To bare the past and question about changed
That became unreasonable, unfamiliar.
Brood over all my lost times borrowed,
I am going back to Gondal, watch me fail.
Idling refuge, watch me fail.

She Who Roll the Drum

Only after you have left
Flying elsewhere I have forgotten to ask,
I wish I told you that—
You too look familiar to me.
Imprinting it to the back of my head
And search for a past-sign of acquaintance
Until those short lines of talks
Got shied and fainted away.
If I am to be in the same locus of awkwardness
Again, hope I am to do otherwise, differently.
Searching the distance where you were standing,
Maybe we'll just talk a little bit more next time.

current listening:

The BBC Sessions - Belle & Sebastian
Unreleased BBC bootleg: Seeing Other People

That Last Trip

Calvin packed all his love in a doubt,
Leaving all his paintings behind as tokens.
If you care for a slowdown
And decided to think about him
happily picking up land mines in Vietnam,
Limping, in whatever we might not want to know.

Bryan put his own trousers on fire,
Crowned with all his shimmering trophies.
Tonight is too hot for a slowdown,
He decided the end is the divider;
Where the other side is remained uncharted
Drive, the unknown worth to be discovered.

Judy shopped a basket full of potato chips
And all the beers of the dizzy light.
Praying for the surrounding to slowdown
In front of the holy altar of sacred flickers.
Her wrist bleeds a river of tears
Crimsoned that cool black remote control.

current listening:

I Love Your Glasses - Russian Red
Fav. Track: Just Like A Wall

Drag

It comes a rolling
As I look on, to investigate
My head on the floor.
Not much splatter around
As I can remember.
This odious subsist,
Dagger drawn from my dried heart
When pen has no use to paint
This toiling pain.
I was repeating being murdered
In a nightmare I refused to wake.

Alarmed

The wailing siren
Right before the day break,
A false alarm
The flying cat triggered?
Or a real panic
Again ravished the night?
Leaving another to bleed
Unstoppable,
And we'll look at each other
Despicable.
Everything ceased to move,
With its progress halted
When the news break,
With the sound of engine
Slash before the day break.

Alcoholic Anonymous part I

I mean, I am feeling grateful,
Finished The Long Way Down—
The book, like an achievement,
And it doesn't achieve shit
In the real world, in any way.

Tomorrow could be hell,
I think I should stop
Thinking if there is tomorrow,
Which is just two hours away.
I am picking up ex libris
Like embracing my old-flame.

SS2 where the stove has been burning
To fry somebody else's breakfast,
For someone who couldn't sleep—
Who were in their winter phase
And for someone who was still
trying to balance the caffeine intake.

I must have missed my social-poker night,
To toast and to lose some laugh
But then i would reckon,
I'll miss my books very much.

Dear Adversary

I wrote you a note, while listen to Tchaikovsky
While Nyx was in deep thought,
Through her exhausted drag.
Poised with wings, I kept the song unsung.
To tell, you are always on the list;
It would make you so proud –
"But who is Victor?" –I yelled at Latona.
All I have left to do, is to worship you,
bellowing down to earth–
Seeping your nectar.
Poised with wing, I hold your song unsung.

Past Tense

Looking back there are holes
In the sky where you try to remember.
How her voices were fated to be late,
And trying a little bit harder
Everytime to trace the fainted echoes.
How I am not missed by your ghost–
My uttered horrow, when I came clear off the spiral
And see the seperate ways demarcate.
Singing downward the chorus of the muses,
Our dramatis personae is nowhere to be seen.
The frontier where they exchanged fire,
Making sentences we do not understand,
Sure our protaganist is lack in subject matter.

Not a Bright Start

Yes, me too wanted to talk,
and so I might not hear
what everybody else has to say.
That eternal buzzing sound,
still I am lazy to find out
what that noise is all about.
Already cause me a headache,
like a swift kick in the head
absolutely is not a bright way to start.
I stole some chocolate from the fridge
I don't know whose but it's bitter,
then decided to leave my cube.
The moon is low tonight
like how things revolve around
everyone, in the blogsphere.

TV Room

To come back to these cool murderer villain
Whose sideburns also in green colours–
To think about that
And comeback to to the room of wires
And decided not to stay at home.
Set up my head on fire,
And want to run the universe–
Decided to hide, in the gutter
Staring into blank-pages
Into the land of others.
Toying with the idea of unless,
Wanted to cause unrest and disorders,
Because I wanted to take no orders.