Outside Part VIII

Outside Part VIII

And I see your picture All over town
And I know that you won't let me down
And you know I have this music thing

Something to ease the longing
So that I can keep on planning
'Cos yesterday I was hankering

And you know that I'm never alone
Even walking solitary outside
As smiles can save this kingdom

And I don't need your photograph
As I remember your devoted voice
As the many seas in your choice

And just when I was about to forget
Again and again this sweet song
And I will touch your sweet voice

And I was just about to forget
When you appeared and confessed your love
just to be gone for even better

And I will see you there
And I will see you then
And now I will just go on

Outside Part III

Outside Part III

Forgotten sounds, unfinished business
And good songs have too finish...
Just when you're in the motion
But we'll get there again

Feels like I can reach its core
Seems like I will touch the floor
Look Like I will need it very more
Sounds like being on its shore

And I could not care less
I took the occasion to make a wish
Up to my forgotten expectation
And I know this won't be in vain

Feels like I will start flying
Seems like tension is spreading
Look Like I will start praying
Sounds like an alien speaking

BHS – Outside Part IV?

BHS – Outside IV?


Could this be intellectual atrophy?
Or then I may had lost a piece
Many years I can't recall
The situation is out of pleasure
And beside I should be happy around
With the many things I can't remember
I let her through her solitude
Got another lonely evening
I let her down through her solitude
Yet another lonely ground
Yet another winter

Outside Part II

Outside Part II

When I hear that sound over there
I go outside for what I am bound to
Where I hear all over again those sounds
The ones that are known to be long forgotten

I always try to take a chance with the wind
My ears might hear the ripples of a new wave
And how couldn't this be time well spent?
Reaching melodies known to be long forgotten

I longed, stared at the stars with this in mind
My pulse was living acceleration and deceleration
Everything but this sweet 'ol simplicity
Something that I've known to be forgotten

I may have counted all the full moon
How many since the last epiphany?
I may have lost the exact estimate
Something unknown to be long forgotten

Magic

Magic

Magic has always been in the air
Words bringing you out of despair
Music making you feels like the heir
Perfume that makes you touch her hair
Crescendo coming out of nowhere
Acceleration that you just don't care


Some words I knew their senses
Some worlds I knew their senses
Some worlds I could dispense
Some words I could not dispense
Some situation I had no defense
Smiles put me in a state of grace


And do you feel this acceleration?
Time can be stopped in its motion
Constant evolution is our mission
A New magic ritournelle is a revolution
For ages it will be like a premonition
One on which to build erudition

Kissing the Sea

You kissed the sea for me
Where I was there was only sands
And nothing in these strong hands
And everything for me to be

Another letter from my favorite snake
Another front is about to open
Those strange rituals on that lake
Where this omen was written

Facts, front, decision to be taken
Pressure, time compression, reflexion
Half-way thru it could it really be?
With only the half moon as an aide

Tomorrow horror will be my friend
The very necessity of this burden
Maybe I will sleep in my bed of linden
Anyhow this will be time well spend

You will kiss the sea for me
My agenda will next bring me to Mecca
Something needs to be released by me
And My next stop will finally be Alexandria

Where I may kiss the sea if gods forgive
If it were just for me I would carry on
Sometimes I do not choose the way I live
And I just heard I must go to Babylon...

Suspension

Suspension

In time I realised it was just an illusion
When I thought It was a pure inclusion
Sweet seclusion, illusion, confusion
It was just an allusion, dissolution
I wanted a transfusion for my contusion
You wanted preclusion of my false devotion
This fusion of various conclusions
Could only lead to infused delusion


A preclusion from my intrusion
an Obtusion from any pertusion
An Occlusion from a sad repercusion
A Corrosion of your grand illusion
profusion for your nihilistic delusion
No more of all this blood effusion
But I do not understand this notation
And all this talk about possession


I Needed a transfusion for my division
Anything but your normal dimension
Everything with or without permission
profusion for my vivid vision
Anything but the television
Supervision of the social fabrication
Sanctified suppression of any succession
Anything but your standard deviation