the same the same

And the roof is not there anymore

trees came squeakin’ at night ,

then bugs came by and ate all the pride

 

The priest’s is all alone. He wakes up at midnight desperate in pijamas, sadly fools reality and his eyes are sinking as he lifts up his grail to bring back old memories of the good times...

Since no one fears, no one tightens silvered crucifixes to asume safety

No more thirst of protection, no more kisses on the cheeks

The radio plays a never ending sad, cold song

but no one seems to care

 

Over there on the mountains, they were monkeys

now there’are only bones, drifting, drifting alone

In the library, the old dusty clock’s melting the hours

going backwards- zigzags, zigzags-

 

Lord don’t slow me down

for this town never seemed to change

and suddenly changed and became the same

as the years went by, as their stories rolled on the same trail

 

Those who went to the movies stayed there forever, watching the same old movie again and again, with eyes wide openned, dried...

-I strumbbled-

...Some remained even after death came by

Every since the sun went down and never came back,

As he faced his promise, he sat and poundered:

i’ll never wash my golden steps in this sad, black old sea.

 

And so, the dying fishes in the corner kept dying as usual,

dying, slidind to another day…