Ziemia Obiecana Lyrics
Gdy zrywam sie by szybciej biec Gdy g?o?niej chce krzycze? To Twoja twarz oddala sie Im szybciej sie zbli?am I budze sie w ciemno?ci z?ej Twej d?oni zn?w szukam I tali? kart odganiam strach


Nothing's so lucid as the promise of dreams,
but these pills we found just make me sleep.

There's nothing quite so pure
as the written word my dear,
so lets have ourselves a little poem.
Until the will to speak loses urgency.
Our animal indecency in print is so blase.

Its about the bell tower, at the golden hour.
Angel of the spires climbs here
steel cage staircase spine, angle of desire.
Ascend the wrought iron, one by one, wrung by wrung.

Is it the rising roof line that makes me feel so swallowed whole,
or the way my body barely pricks the sky,
the same as a century's worth of virgin's blood
that's passed through my longing veins,
scheming to convince
my aching mind
that pleasure's got nothing on the miracle of need.

Nothing's so purile as meter and rhyme
when you can't see the ground from that ledge
and thi perch is so far, far from the nest.

Gravity doesn't grant me
the privilege of failure my bough never breaks
I don't stumble into anything
so I climb and I carve my initials in the bark
with that feather I found
but its all so contrived.
My genes didn't bless me
with the foresight of a sage
but I know how this will end,
in apologies and ink on the page.

A slowly constructed crow quilled confession
of my spirit to all of you,
black waterproof ink scars the board,
so hot-pressed, pristine and pure.
A slowly constructed manifestation of "to tremble",
as base as a bridge in a song
and less like the poem that I promised you.
Nothing's so lurid as haiku-detat
on sidewalks in white outlined chalk,
all I've got is this ink smeared lines.

With our voices in harmony,
the offering,
of a crow quilled threnody.