Cocktail Lounge

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They met in some cocktail lounge
where people stare in stale habits
of basic instincts,
crawled out the other morning,
rendering business as usual,
stretched-out memories of vulpturous icons.

Imitated time and again
in hard trys not be
intimidated time and again,
piecing together a focus.
Still worried by alterable discoporation
that had declared a lost mind
a self liberation.



A friend told me about the latest research:
biomechanoid micro computers.
A fiend bold as shroud
to the templates of the urge
A hey-ho to schizoid psych modulators
(The grand unification theory
has to include its own break-down.


They like it and they don´t,
will meet again or they won´t,
could feel content
but got stoned somehow.
Wanna follow this light,
wanna follow that light,
found vanishing
what once was held tight
and a sculpture
what had been a smile.



(spoken)
It´sot always the distant force that
compromises due to local wants.
They claim their rights and, well,
the self-exposure leads to funny clues.
The overwhelming gets overruled,
delayed,
still in time,
but who is who? . . .

(add a clean jezz guitar solo here, honey . . .)


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(2006/2010)