s t o l : Hemisphere Constructor
Recorded at the Violent Playground Studio 2003
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Hemisphere Contructor
In an attic near the sky
a futile scheme begins:
to redesign the urban space
in shape of erratic headspace
With a spine like a broken vector
the Engineer toils for new world order
Still forgetting his wife & kid
in another building called reality
At night his fathers face in the mirror
burns like a virtual stalagmite
never letting him forget
how architecture in mind
can be so cruel & kind
for he who pushes metal
to a perpetual dream.
Fluxhouse
In his early days he searched for ways
to describe his haze - a gauzy gaze
& he studied the works of many hands
& found a way to speak
but when learning of metaphors
he was puzzled by the fact
that a sun could burst into tears?
So with sore eyes he looked so hard
that his inner fluxhouse was torn apart
& at last he grasped what it meant
but all his tears were spent
& the sun inside him turned black.
Humanimal
In the rush of undeserved beauty
the animal felt a seldom pity
And started to reason:
fame is a whore
shame is a bore
lame is so much more!
But in the mercy of the glass
he started to feel his ass
& thought implausible, impossible:
I want the wanting
I need the needing
& he started drinking
the bitter grape of human rape.
Network Smoothsayer
As she changed from BBC to CNN
her grey lips made her pretend
With a heart unlike the one of Poe
she gave integrity a final blow
and spread lies in a broadcast
for the high, the low & the outcast:
“It’s true this time: They turn water to wine”
“Listen to what they say: Makes cancer go away!”
“No corruption, pollution, misery or illusion!”
“There’s life on mars – happiness & shooting stars!!”
She fed the hunger for mental smut
and no producer would tell her “cut”
So she stayed on air for a lifetime
& brought so many peace of mind
When she was asked about the lies
she only said: “flies, flies, flies…”
