Ta na na na nanaaa!!
de unde, cap si picioare batute
de vant rece
bruta, o sepie paranormala
bate-n geamul de hartie
un tipat de mata
desenat pe asfalt
prinsa-ntr-un moment de libertate
un gand nebun, bolnav
reintalnit in frigul de afara
fara nici un motiv...de ce as zbura?
de o mie de ori bat pamantul,
cu mainile ca sa ma asez pe el
ca intr-o parada de pasari moarte...de ei
...fara zvonuri si indicatii
ca pe un drum mort
ca pe langa calea reginei
ce-si poarta pruncul in
marsupiul stors
de la atata corset,
plina de lapte dintr-o cutie de plastic
ce acum douazeci de secole
era "valabil"
in timp ce batea noaptea
drumul spre un bar
rau famat
cautand o partida de sex
intr-o lada de gunoi
cand toti oamenii
uita, si-si intorc
ochiul in palma
asteptand ca altii sa nu-i bage
in seama
asteptand ca si ceilalti sa
intoarca ...
un altfel de ochi
ca fiecare sa-si vada de
interesul captusit
al placerii morbide
ce ucide, cu prudenta
uneori..alte ori
cu atata fatarnicie
prin lumina soarelui...
un da imposibil
pierdut prin vaginul fierbinte
al placerii..
cred ca stim ce sa facem
dar evitam sa ne concentram
si ne lasam pierduti
o data..de fiecare data
ca atunci cand o fata ne iubeste
prima oara..
la colt de strada
si tu cauti sa o mai
vezi macar o secunda...
chiar daca o cunosti de 10 minute.

ce-mi faci?
te vad..plangand
ca o fata nefericita
in fiecare zi
ce zace-n propria inchisoare
voci delicate, impotente
ce inoata-n seara,
in fiecare,
cand te predai
sinelui creat
ce nu-ti apartine
ce-i strans din parti
multiple,
fara sfarsit
cu mintea blocata

fara curaj, in paravanul
minuscul al aripilor
unui fluture ce tipa

Through early morning fog I see
visions of the things to be
the pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see...

That suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.

I try to find a way to make
all our little joys relate
without that ever-present hate
but now I know that it's too late, and...


The game of life is hard to play
I'm gonna lose it anyway
The losing card I'll someday lay
so this is all I have to say.


The only way to win is cheat
And lay it down before I'm beat
and to another give my seat
for that's the only painless feat.


The sword of time will pierce our skins
It doesn't hurt when it begins
But as it works its way on in
The pain grows stronger...watch it grin, but...


A brave man once requested me
to answer questions that are key
'is it to be or not to be'
and I replied 'oh why ask me?'

'Cause suicide is painless
it brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
...and you can do the same thing if you choose.

How do I know?

Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man?
How do I know that enjoying life is not a delusion?
How do I know that in hating death we are not like people who got lost in early childhood and do not know the way home?
How can one force one's life-span?
How would i know, it the desire to live was a mistake?
How would i know, if the fear of death was like the doubts of a wandering youth who lost his way home?
How would i know, if the dead wouldn't regret their wish to live?

During our dreams we do not know we are dreaming. We may even dream of interpreting a dream. Only on waking do we know it was a dream. Only after the great awakening will we realize that this is the great dream.
Forget the years, forget distinctions. Leap into the boundless and make it your home!
The wise man looks into space and does not regard the small as too little, nor the great as too big, for he knows that, there is no limit to dimensions.

Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis

hey Charley I'm pregnant
and living on 9-th street
right above a dirty bookstore
off cuclid avenue
and I stopped taking dope
and I quit drinking whiskey
and my old man plays the trombone
and works out at the track.

and he says that he loves me
even though its not his baby
and he says that he'll raise him up
like he would his own son
and he gave me a ring
that was worn by his mother
and he takes me out dancin
every saturday nite.

and hey Charley I think about you
everytime I pass a fillin' station
on account of all the grease
you used to wear in your hair
and I still have that record
of little anthony & the imperials
but someone stole my record player
how do you like that?

hey Charley I almost went crazy
after mario got busted
so I went back to omaha to
live with my folks
but everyone I used to know
was either dead or in prison
so I came back in minneapolis
this time I think I'm gonna stay.

hey Charley I think I'm happy
for the first time since my accident
and I wish I had all the money
that we used to spend on dope
I'd buy me a used car lot
and I wouldn't sell any of em
I'd just drive a different car
every day dependin on how
I feel.

hey Charley
for chrissakes
do you want to know
the truth of it?
I don't have a husband
he don't play the trombone
and I need to borrow money
to pay this lawyer
and Charley, hey
I'll be eligible for parole
come valentines day.
tom waits