1. To My Unfading Sorrow

Still I linger, gloom-wings emerge
on pure marble nightyards
we are chasing the crimson one
Sorrow! My dearest wound
caress me with thine silverclad hair

Naked shadows, lucid hearse
Clearings eclipsed by a nondescript curse
Blind is the fool
whose dawn was just a narrow room

Ornamented fairy-birches
Soulmirrorshrines
Sometimes cries my inner flame:
„Oh breathe these singing lines!"

Seraphine, thou far gone gleam
I vanquish thy numb claws of purple
Cold thorns are growing
all around thine wretched countenance

„May your senses sleep
when I touch you"

Who dared to kiss a jester's hand
while he raped my drunken violin?
Blooming streams without water
The paradox of our hopeless search?...NO!

Roaming all alone through orchards in the dusk
Scarlet universe of lilymeadowgalaxies
Here I shall bleed, on the mirror writing-road
Only ardent knights unravel my mosaic

Hark...weaver of storms!
Hark...moonforged sanctity!

„Why can't I stay with you, sole beam of light?
Myriad bewildered thoughts orbit my sentiments!"
...sentiments turn to stone...

Weinend ruht dein Marmorkleid
auf elfen-zartem Grunde
Lautlos tönt das Silbenmeer
aus deinem jungen Munde
Bliebe uns ein Windhauch Zeit
in auserwählter Runde
Kummerfalten blühten leer
und wir im Flammenbunde

Listen to our saddened chords
You've promised me to wait
This ode to my unfading sorrow:
A diary in minor-notes

Suicidal astral trips through
hallucination-galleries
Spineless fairies sold their dreams
in clairvoyant trance

2. After Dark Vapours Have Oppressed Our Plains

After dark vapours have oppressed our plains
For a long dreary season, comes a day
Born of the gentle South, and clears away
From the sick heavens all unseemly stains.
The anxious month, relieving from its pains,
Takes as a long-lost right the feel of May,
The eyelids with the passing coolness play,
Like rose leaves with the drip of summer rains.
And calmest thoughts come round us – as of leaves
Budding – fruit ripening in stillness – autumn suns
Smiling at eve upon the quiet sheaves –
Sweet Sappho's cheek – a sleeping infant's breath –
The gradual sand that through an hour-glass runs –
A woodland rivulet – a Poet's death.

3. Narrenjagd

Einst, da die schaurigen Flügel der Nacht
Mich wundenrot quälten, mir glaubhaft erzählten
Die traurige Mär vom Knaben im Moor
Wie Dieser den Pfad zum Garten verlor

Übe Dich in Versgesang
Riet mir kühn die Sonnenmagd
Mannigfaltig ward ihr Gang
Zur Jagd, zur Jagd, zur dunklen Jagd

Ruhe niemals Wandersmann
Der vor tollem Trug bewahrt
Manchen Jüngling früh entsannt
Zur Jagd, zur Jagd, zur Narrenjagd

Wohliges Grauen in spukhafter Kluft
Kriecht aus den Sümpfen und plündert die Luft
Klick, Klack, Tarikk, Tarakk
eiD nerraN nennmok niereh

Wehe! grimme Zauberei
Trübe Tannenmelodei
Tosend braust des Windes Chor
Fahler Groll umfängt das Moor

Wenn ungeahnt der Seele Grab
Dein keusches Wesen packen mag...
Man wispert sanft im Klageton:
„Wohin des Weges, trauter Sohn?"

4. Wie Ein Zartes Blatt Im Morgenwind

Ungezählt sind die Tränen, die ich heute für Dich vergossen habe.
Ungezählt sind die Abende, an denen wir zusammen die Sterne umarmt haben.
Ungezählt sind die Augenblicke flammender Liebe, kindlicher Freude...
Ungezählt sind die Träume, die Nächte, die Märchen,
die Lieder und all die anderen Dinge, die wir miteinander geatmet, gespürt...
Soll das alles nicht mehr sein?
Soll Kummer unser tägliches Brot werden?
Soll die Sonne nie mehr für uns aufgehen?
Soll der silberne Mond nie mehr über uns wachen?
Unerträgliche Gedanken, die uns plagen...
Fort mit Euch!
Wir sind noch nicht tot, denn wir lieben uns!

5. The Company

Where beggars take cheques and children steal credit cards
from the pockets of wrecks that lie the road.
I came to in my future and that was just yesterday,
unsure of my past that's a knot in my gut.

You buy me a drink then you think that you've got the right
to crawl in my head and rifle my soul.
You tell me I'm free then you want me to compromise
to sell out my dreams you say you'll make it worthwhile.

Oh, boys would you drink to me now
here on the hill, half way up, half way down
Oh, boys would you drink to me now
here on the hill, half way up, half way down

You tell me I'm drunk then you stand back and smug a while
convinced that you're right that you're still in command of your senses.
I laugh at your superior attitude
your insincere platitudes make me throw up.

The sooner you realize I'm perfectly happy
if I'm left to decide the company I choose.

Oh, boys would you drink to me now
here on the hill, half way up, half way down
Oh for the company born to the company
live for the company until I die.

The sooner you realize I'm perfectly happy
if I'm left to decide the company I choose
The company I choose is solidly singular
totally trustworthy, straight and sincere
polished, experienced, witty and charming
so why don't you push off, this company's my own.

Oh, boys will you drink to me now
here on the hill, half way up, half way down
Oh, boys will you drink to me now
here on the hill, half way up, half way down
Oh for the company, dream of the company
live for the company until I die.
Oh for the company, dream of the company
drink to the company until we die
until we die
until we die.

6. Lonesome

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