Andrew Sweeny
Monotone
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Andrew Sweeny
Monotone
Blind River Seine
Whores of Christ and Whores of Mary
All along the isle St Louis
The grey parade has come to town
Walk a crooked mile with me
Blind river
There is a poison man with a goats head
Weeping on a virgins bed
His eyeballs are made of lead
He wants to fly through a hole in the sky
Blind river
Let it flow let it dream blind river Seine
Go paint the palace walls with blood
And go back to the reptile mud
The flood is high the end is clean
Vomit up your bad dreams
Blind river
There is an empty hole in the empires head
So scream with your guts instead
And lay me down in a bed of leaves
There is a hole where God used to be
Blind River
Let it flow . . .
Tilting bridges
Melanie there is a child
In your body
Its raining in Paris
Its raining like sparrows
That fall to the pavement
They feel like making love
In a strange new country
That moves in your belly
Oh Melanie
Tilting bridges hang over nowhere
Pretty lady you are water, water
Melanie we have not been broken
And I know that your colours
Are red Mongol horses
And your smile is an early light
A godsend for the weary
And your perfect darkness
Is a coat that covers me
And I sit here in your shade
Over a meadow and a deep sea
And something has moved in thee
Pilgrim
This is the end of history
Go back go back to the garden
Go back you crooked pilgrim
For all the towers are about to fall
And only strange things will happen
Only strange things will happen from now on
Begin again
To dance and dance and fall down
To dance . . .
This is the end of the beginning
And the beginning of everything
And nothing ever happened
For all the horses go back to the sea
And only strange things will happen . . .
The night is Calm
Will you live in a spiders house
Or will you live
in a house of straw
Or will you live
Or will you live with the one
Where the night is calm
Will you live inside a rock
And let the men eat you raw
Will you live or will you crawl
Or will you live will you live
with me
Where the night is calm
Death it comes it comes
like lightening
And the spider swallows
all her children
Will you live with all
those phantom killers
In the rage of nothing
Where the night is calm
The Black Square
Three brothers of stone
The machines of Picasso
In the black square
The queer crippled opera clown
The sound of the poor mans piano
In the black square
The mad hag with one lucid eye
The exploding sky and pear shaped man
In the black square
All the women of [Babylon] fashion town
Are throwing [all] their dresses down
In the blacks square
Around and round the traffic star
And orchestra has gone mad
In the black square
I love you said the nymph to the clown
As Paris was burning down
In a black square
And they went down to the river
Go down and deliver yourself Go down
Go down to the river Go down
The chimeras of Notre Dame
Hotel de Ville of the damned
In the black square
Tenebrous train stations
Flowers that are guillotined
In the black square
All the moon and all the tides
Have been torn from the calendar
In the black square
And the rider on the leprous horse
The laughing apocalypse
In the black square
And giant lips in the sky
Oh happiness Oh happiness
In the black square
I love you said the nymph to the clown
And Paris was burning
in the black square
Corrèze
Corrèze the virgin lays down on a stone
Corrèze as I sing soft and monotone
The silence the silence is all that we own
The silence the silence is all that can be sung
I am the last troubadour
I am the last singing whore
With a donkeys head
The crucified salesman
In the poison wind
I am yours alone
Yours alone
Right down to the bone
Sea of Japan
Sea of Japan
With your long fingers
There is so much snow
It comes up to the window
And the night is long
As a bastards song
And it’s a bitter sad and broken dawn
In Hokkaido there is so much snow
I never found my sea of Japan
Close your eyes
There is blue
Beyond the Sea
That ís were we are
LALALALALALALA
Two siamese twins
Are holding hands
In the atomic night
On the killing floor
But behind the door
Is a Cyclops and a sparrow
And the sea of Japan
She comes like an arrow
There is so much snow in Hokkaido
Farewell, Farewell my Sea of Japan
Close your eyes
Hanging in the Air
All the pigeons in the morning
Are crying out with their pigeon hearts
And gay Paris is yawning
and the bridges sleep miles apart
And I don’t know where I am going
I don’t know where I am going
In the vertigo and silence
In the night, I am hanging
Hanging in the air, Hanging in the air
Not being anywhere
A woman with 2 hearts
Always needs a third man
A woman with 2 hearts
Is sleeping with a lamb
Ready to be cooked
For the good of the People
And in the steeple and in the heights
I am hanging I am hanging
The young girl says We come from the trees
Not words or ideas but the breath of the trees
And there is a winter in our lives
A time when things are blooming
And a time for hanging A time for hanging
Don’t fly
Don’t fly
Don’t loose your feet
And if you feel dizzy
Hold on to my arm
With your nails and your teeth
Don’t fly
Don’t be a ghost
What matters the most
Is that you don’t fly away
Don’t fly In to the sea
Stay awhile with me
There may be no other
Day like today
So don’t fly away
Don’t fly
Like the Africans drum
Like the gypsy girl
Who walks on the bridge
They make love to you
Like I only wish I could do
So don’t fly
Everyone is dreaming
Paris, March 2003
Gazelles and Gazoos
In Paris and London
All have Mud faces
Are all going backwards
And everyone is dreaming
Puppets and Marionettes
Christ and the Scarecrow
Are sucking the breast of
The dirty old widow
And everyone’s dreaming
All of the Sheppard’s
And all the tin soldiers
What are they doing
Counting sheep in the meadow
But everyone is dreaming
And the millionaires are homeless
Snails are Dangerous
Nothing is fixed but
Everything Changes
And everyone is dreaming
Sailing Ship
Don’t bury me under the water
Don’t bury me deep in the earth
Let me float away like ashes
Let me float and burn away
On a sailing ship on sailing ship
Underneath your sister the moon
On a sailing ship on a sailing ship
There is a good star in the harbour tonight
If a man don’t give you burn him
If a man don’t give you give him way
And a woman’s heart is a fury
She will turn you to ashes ashes
My love my love in Porta Camita
Underneath the dictators ruins
My love my love don’t say forever
And leave me shipwrecked on a sailors moon
Vanishing
who are these creatures
of the singing fields
with no hands and no feet
they are just like the moon
who is this friend
who says I am a tourist
in your body
and in your dreaming
while a fly washes her wings
in a glass of water
and there are so many things
that you cannot name
we are vanishing vanishing quickly
all vanishing vanishing you and me
all vanishing vanishing islands
all vanishing vanishing into sand
and you slip and you slide
in a wilderness blind
like the death of a child
in a mothers dream
and everything seems
to slip from your fingers
but isnt it good
to be stripped of all things
For this cancer is love
these scars are beauty itself
and the dry hollow bones
make this enchanted music
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