PlAymAtes on tHe rUn

Textes par Gàli

Ballad for a temperate cod day

Tell me of the plane trees' leaves wide and dark that clutter in heaps of shadows,
move they will not for any beast, any mildly wild beast,
they stand guardians of some sacred word. Move they will not for you or I.

Tell me of the thorn bush thickets that bear no roses for passing feet
that merely fall on mossy banks of silent rivers.
As descrete as we pretend to be, thorns will cry at the symphony we unfurl,
and tigers slide like rain and thunder, on a temperate day.

Hold your tongue for the unicorn, hold your tongue for the unicorn,
plane trees' leaves: move they will,
thorn bush thickets bear roses shrill.
She's as descrete as we should stay
This is a temperate cod day.

Tell me how the cods were flush with bloated stomachs and politicians eyes
white and grey filled with poison from a poisoned water hole
from whence the unicorn drank.

But hush hush for the unicorn, hush hush for the unicorn,
she ignores our presence with drama skill,
she points her horn like a dripping quill,
she's as mad as we should stay
on a temperate cod day.

Song eight

Hey it's damn cold out here tonight,
well I guess I could bare the light,
and go back inside with those laughing figures
that seem so far away.

The window filters the crowd,
their shadows play around on the ground,
I can almost share their excellent jokes,
they seem so far away.

So I've backed away from the house now
with it's shouts and laughter and red red faces
glowing like some setting sun,
they're too bright for me.

My hands are getting lost in the grass now,
the tall dry grass wet with dew,
I'm glowing like a fire-fly,
it's too bright for me, you're too bright for me, I'm too bright for you.
It's too bright for me

Like a bare light bulb hanging on a single wire
I try to fly closer but my wings have caught fire.
I'm too bright for you.

The tall house is letting out steam
I'm staring like I'd stare at a dream
it seems on fire in the moonlite night,
and still so far away.

So I'm standing outside with the dog,
I'm up to my chin in the fog,

I'm trying to make out what makes me different
and them so far away.

And I turn my back on the porch now,
blacking out that light as I'd black out some unpleasant thought,
I see a hurd of heart broken horses,
they're not too bright you see.

...I follow the tear shot beasts
and getting further and further away from those laughing figures,
they are too bright for me.

Farewell

The terrible truth of too many men layed as a past from path to path
commend my heart to them live and cry the pain of lost sanity. Bend the
trust he put in me, they put in me, you put in me, bend the moral laws cry
the pain on their shoulder to hide a deeper pain still, the pain I cannot
describe. collect as many men as many broken hearts and throw them in a
gale of lies and despise them for what they give and take and should give
for my own sake not theirs. And the pain still.

and I fear and I fear, I fear refrains like these
and I'm sick I'm sick I'ms sick of goodbyes like these
so wisen up, and don't cry, save yourself before this song goes too far.
music's never killed a man but mine sure has so wisen up and save yourself.

Some unlucky unworthy unnatural individuals carry a solemn promise of
constant despair which they unconsiously spread out upon their most loved
ones like a proof a testamony of sometimes non obvious attention and care,
and they take on as many men to compensate for their need of being loved
of being known of being a center, and yet being a center is a too heavy
load for an unnamed taciturn person with a tendacy to sing the truth and
conceal it forever in not so secret scribbled notes that dance out like
unordely soldiers on a friendly type of rythme and shout out, I am what I am.

Well shucks !

Do you love me? Do you love me? Oh don't tell me lies?
Do you fear me can you feel me when I mesmerize?
When you meet me will you treat me to a chocolate chip ice cream?
I scream!
Will you care for me and promise me I'll be your wife, your wife! Oh yeah!
Well shucks! You're a bastard babe but I could sure do with your money!
Well come on! Well come on! One, two, three.
Do I scare you? Could I dare you to a night with me?
Will you bare it? Will you square it and accept that I'm a calamity?
Well shucks! A calamity!
Will you care for me and promise me I'll be you wife and that you will work hard for me all your life? Yeah come on!
Well shucks! You're a bastard babe but I could sure do with your money!
Well come on! Well come on! One, two, three.

Cocaine sweetheart

I'm standing by the car holding the door open, water seeping in my shoes, soaking my feet, soaking my thoughts, soaking my eyes. I'm thinking rain.
Someone's bent down, doubled up over her heart trying not to spit up her cocaine, sweetheart.
Others are drinking in the car ready for the party tonight. Got to get it done before the sun comes up. Got to get it done before the sun comes up.
Cars drive through puddles ruthlessly soaking my feet soaking my thoughts soaking my eyes, I'm thinking RAIN.

“ Hello.Where are you?
I'm waiting.
Waiting for who?
I'm at the station
When are you coming back?.
I'm waiting for nothing.
It's raining.
When are you coming back?”

Later when I finally thought that the feeling was right, the feeling was right, I broke away from it all and cried with all my might I cried with all my might.

Bird song writer

Songbirds and secret paths
golden days and golden laughs
is that what you wanted to write about,
you wanted to write about but you can't?

Drops of light and drops of shade,
the way his musk perfum fades
is that what you wanted to sing about,
you wanted to sing about but you can't?

Songbirds and secret paths
golden days and golden laughs
is that what you wanted to write about,
you wanted to write about but you can't?

You're warped, you're damned, you're cramped,
you're a bird song writer.

Summer rain and idle sleep
hungry eyes that never weep
is that what you wanted to write about,
you wanted to write about but you can't?

Decay and teeth that grit
tar stains and endless pits
is that what you don't want to write about
you don't want to write about but you do?

Time when nights see no dawn
when your heart is dead and your page is torn
is that what you don't want to sing about
you don't want to sing about
you don't want to sing about
but you do?

You're warped, you're damned, you're cramped,
you're a bird song writer.

Come closer

Come closer , come closer to me.
Come closer, come closer to me.
Can you face it? Can you face it? Can you face it? Can you face me?
Come closer, come closer to me.

Now you've touched it and now you've felt it with all your love with all you're body.
Now you've touched it and now you've felt it with all your love with all your body.
" But everything has cleared away, everything seems so far away and another man will turn to darkness looking for a way to another belief... Love."

Last trip on the left

I can see from miles away that we ain't made the same
You can chase me hunt me down I'll be in your game.
And once you catch me in that corner I'll act as your pray,
but don't come crying if I catch you it's understood in the play.
I can't help can't help hurting you, it's all part of the play.
And you, you can't help can't help wanting me,
Is that part of the play?
Imagine yourself in a dreamlike scenario where I can see you and you can't see me.
My voice will be your guide, my voice will be your guide, your misguiding light.
I can see from miles away that we'll have a good time,
but don't go mixing feelings up I wanna preserve mine.
And once you catch me in that corner I'll act as your pray,
but don't come crying if I catch you it's understood in the play.
I can't help can't help hurting you, it's all part of the play.
And you, you can't help can't help wanting me,
Is that part of the play?

They hate you

Brush away the maroon ferns , heavy leaves and musky earth churned by your restless pace and all you hide your face and all you try to break the wall and never heed their call, you never heed their call.

They hate you for your woods
They hate you for your hooves
They hate you for your clothes
They hate you for your smile
They hate you for your crown
They hate you for your will
They hate you for your eyes
Your homebacked apple pies
They hate you, they hate you.

Walk straight past their lead filled stares their gossip never really scared you but you overhear and all you know their here and all, you just skirt the wall, you'll never break their wall, you'll never break their…

Dad's spliff

My dad want's a spliff and that chewy piece of beef.
My dad want's a spliff and that chewy piece of beef.
A nice bucket of ice, to fill up his eyes,
fancy a cup of tea with my old friend Billy?
My dad has a rabbit that's what we're gonna eat.
My dad has a rabbit that's what we're gonna eat.