She called me, first
and then she
called him next
while we sexed
it seemed to be normal
For a while I did my job
For a moment I learned to smile
sans crookedness, because it was not only sex
but I yearned to punish
This heart cannot be conformist to virtue
It wants ths hatred of heaven
the hatred of hell
it cannot be trusted
because it has found Eden unlearned
So when I was moral
I twisted her heavily
I twisted him broken
when the body craved
I did not release
sinfully I kissed both wronged lovers
in nothingness of love I found
the love of sin.
Sunday, 5 October 2008
Fortress Of Beautiful
She tenses then climaxes into a bloom
her rose-petal face cannot discern
His handsome design cannot descend
why there's no playfulness in this wilderness of love.
She asks if he seen his soul
He says he's stored it in a fairytale world
She succumbs to the bodily conversation
and he cries as he yearns no more
Tomar shathe ami
Tumi ki bhulete chao
eh jiboner bhalo theke
mitieh debo ekbar, ekbar bhalo theko...
So the concern is beautified
in the ultimatum of the end
where he desires to terminate body
she becomes a bloom deserted
Ekbar,
Ekbar,
Tumi jokhon thote thote kotha dhore nile
tumar jaan ki, bhujeti chai ne?
Bujheti paro nei ki norger jaan...
My fortress bleeds
it's blood is a lovely bloom
he sits quietly, decay is so real
she kisses the corpse-dream for it was present
Chai ami tomar buker dorja
Keno je tumar fuul amake dhore nilo shotru
She kisses
He kisses
Thote, Thote, agune
Hoye ghelo fuler jonmo...
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Inspired by Efadul Huq and Yoko Kanno, Hope you liked the song
her rose-petal face cannot discern
His handsome design cannot descend
why there's no playfulness in this wilderness of love.
She asks if he seen his soul
He says he's stored it in a fairytale world
She succumbs to the bodily conversation
and he cries as he yearns no more
Tomar shathe ami
Tumi ki bhulete chao
eh jiboner bhalo theke
mitieh debo ekbar, ekbar bhalo theko...
So the concern is beautified
in the ultimatum of the end
where he desires to terminate body
she becomes a bloom deserted
Ekbar,
Ekbar,
Tumi jokhon thote thote kotha dhore nile
tumar jaan ki, bhujeti chai ne?
Bujheti paro nei ki norger jaan...
My fortress bleeds
it's blood is a lovely bloom
he sits quietly, decay is so real
she kisses the corpse-dream for it was present
Chai ami tomar buker dorja
Keno je tumar fuul amake dhore nilo shotru
She kisses
He kisses
Thote, Thote, agune
Hoye ghelo fuler jonmo...
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Inspired by Efadul Huq and Yoko Kanno, Hope you liked the song
Labels:
metaphysical,
philosophical,
psychological,
song,
spirutual
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