Still Rain Me-Lotto
pressing down on you no man ask for
under pressure---that burns a building down
splits a family in two
puts people on streets
it's the terror of knowing
what t
his world is about
watching some good friends
screaming `let me out'
pray tomorrow---gets me higher
pressure on people---people on streets
chippin' around---kick my brains around the floor
these are the days
it never rains but it pours
people on streets---people on streets
it's the terror of knowing
An Orchid for My Withering Garden
...and kissed the fairytale-land with pride
under the trees of lust
the leaves pure shadows on me
which shelter me from the darkness
which I was
I hold the dreams, within my arms
thrash the earth, within my tears
and heal my wounds in meadows of light
forgotten in the drowning land
now I leave my wishes
but love conquers all...
and every angel needs a tear to laugh
calling the fall
trust me, I am your lunacy
embolded, enthroned so it's a king for a while
but gloominess it sends so gentle
the gestures of the gist
ingrowing taste of dreams
infatuate my gift, now it becomes light
inexact but clear Me-Lotto