laudobe

the authentic familiar sauna following the jump into one of the Baltic sea reentrances, the typical summer ranch, the after-midnight sun, the Finnish coolest way to be warm people, the Swedifinnish mixture, all memories wishing to long last.

I hesitate to label it a memory

There was a show of local color and I felt astray

’Cuz I had nothing to offer but insufficiency

And you know that it’s a bitch

When you learn to scratch that itch

A blatant fallibility

Sooner to some, but eventually

All gets pointed in the same direction

While the human masses and their vague conceptions

Obliterate each other with impunity

And you wonder “what’s in this for me?”

To another abyss – to no avail

The search is bound to fail

To another abyss – to no avail

So long ago I set sail

And it chills me to the bone

That I’m so far away from home

To another abyss

So what should I do now?

What should I celebrate

Given finite means and a penchant to depreciate?

How can I still avow and depend upon a state

That cares nothing for my happiness, welfare or fate?

And I know I can’t explain

The commotion in my brain

Like a terrifying reality

Deconstructed but inadequately

All gets pointed in the same direction

While the human masses and their vain conceptions

Obliterate each other with impunity

And release the weight of history

To another abyss – to no avail

The search is bound to fail

To another abyss – to no avail

So long ago I set sail

And it chills me to the bone

That I’m so far away from home

To another abyss

(So long ago, I set sail

And I’m struggling on the way

And I’m waiting for the day (to another abyss)

And I’m looking for the way back home (to another abyss)

So far away (to another abyss)

So far away (to another abyss)

(to another abyss) So far away

(to another abyss)

who went and killed the delivery man,

but she looks so kind and gentle,

it just doesn’t stand to reason,

I saw her right there just the other night

as stately as a slot machine,

but when she looked my way something mad

as hell came over me,

anesthesia, mona lisa, I’ve got a little gun,

here comes OBLIVION,

I never loved you, how did you find me?

the cops will never prove complicity now, anna……

all good children go to heaven!

I remember your face that august night

when we lied about the beautiful time to come

and that crazy old man who came much to late

and caused a chain reaction,

I’ve been hanging out there for eleven long years

like a church mouse where the cat has gone,

and looking at you now

is driving me to distraction