Singing Philosopher.

Sent you seven messages this minute

and all of them died b'fore I could even touch my mobile.

Called you every now and then this weekend

and every call appeared me, being only talking to my room.

So the music it plays and it pulls me through my days,

still I feel I can manage, I can carry this carriage myself!

Haunting my room films zoom through my mind I repeatedly rewind

I cannot catch your beauty, I cannot cage this cruel caring kind.

Through this taste of coffee,

through this taste of smoke,

through this haste of living

there you raced inside me

and the taste of you here

dominates all the rest!

Smoking can kill, cafeine can kill,

but love is the strongest poison.

You can put the loudest noise on,

but it will sing and enchant you

like only love can do.

Why am I taking it still?

Do you see my vulnerability

in the way that I stroke your cheek and your whole body?

Do you know that this heart has been closed

for only God knows how long and why and now it shows itself to you.

I'm a singing philosopher,

but I'm speechless and thoughtless if my thoughts of you're not included.

Still I feel like a painting the painter decided to be finished,

to be worth to be seen to another eye than the artist's own eye.

Through the brightest colour,

through the highest notes,

through a sigh of perfection

there you fly in my mind.

First I die, then I come back to life.

Breathing can kill, thinking can kill

but love is the strongest poison.

You can put the loudest noise on,

but it will sing and enchant you

like only love can do.

Why am I taking it still?

Let this love come to an end

I think the author can do better than

this reality can mend

a mind that's possessed and been gassed

by illusions inserted by those who only hurted

this being, 't was fleeing now it's freeing itself

from this history hell it bore.

Now I will turn around no more,

so breathe in what I am and I will exhale you.

Breathing can kill, thinking can kill

but love is the strongest poison.

You can put the loudest noise on,

but it will sing and enchant you

like only love can do.

Why am I taking it still?

Breathing can kill, thinking can kill

but love is the strongest poison.

You can put the loudest noise on,

but it will sing and enchant you

like only love can do.

Why am I taking it still?

Tell me, are you sharing this pill?

pepé: lettermenger.

[18nov2002]


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