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Part 1 - Jim
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Part one
Painful, rainy, insane hours
This city, reigned by insane cowards
Lonely soul, where have you pondered
I've wondered, where you've been
This loft we share, we've sure conjured
An appetite for tasteful sin
New friends and older strangers
Some of the best I've ever seen
A newer friend, a newer stranger
His name is Jim
Before I go on, I must describe this man named Jim
Thick, long, curly, black hair
A full beard almost...forest-like
Hiding his childish grin
A pretty face, a second face, a mask faced with the problems within
Tired eyes, brown, forever staring in thought
Staring at the problems it brought
There is one situation I remember in particular:
The sky where a roof once stood
I asked him
Jim, what do I do if the drops never stop raining in?
"Don't worry about it man", he says, soft spoken
"You pull the blanket over your face
It's like lying in warm embrace with your closest lover"
A man I know, will always love, for what he means to me
Until the end, what was that he said
Drinking Ends All Dreams
DEAD
A lifetime, yet only 27 years to live
To leave this place before betraying
Up and down you go
Falling ever deeper
The higher you fly, the easier it is to see him
The harder the fall, the more you want to give in
Death smiles
And in the candlelit river you decide to swim
Painful, rainy, insane hours
This city, reigned by insane cowards
Lonely soul, where have you pondered
I've wondered, where you've been
This loft we share, we've sure conjured
An appetite for tasteful sin
New friends and older strangers
Some of the best I've ever seen
A newer friend, a newer stranger
His name is Jim
Old friend, shouldn't you be dead?
I can still recall the last words you said
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Volume swells
I wake up as it comes
Standing on a slippery ledge
I think I remember when
Gasping at the shitty city lights
My eyes open wide in lust, angst, night
And I wonder if life had any sight
Maybe I'll go around town,
Look for a place, where the days stop slippin'
A room, where the live stop livin'
Way, way down, where the city's sleepin', it drowned
Warm foggy covers, let the people rest
I walk along the roof tops, the city sleeps
It's at its best
Can you feel it too?
We're slowly ascending
Into chaos driven
By spiteful, drowsy, dumb-fuck living
It's vivid
My mouth is the only window open every day of the year
The only one in a town of debt and rent
Of all days spent, drunk and complicit
Please. Just one more beer and I'll be right here. Won't you come?
I'll steer us into the river, you'll hear?
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KINAJ Bremen, Germany
After sitting around with some poetry of mine for a while and not knowing what to do with it, I've decided to arrange music and record my poetry in a "spoken word" kind of way. In order to embed the words in a fitting surrounding, I have arranged and recorded music with guitars, piano and soundscapes. The result, I find, is an interesting experience, full of emotions and situated nostalgia. ... more
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