The Saloon of Good Fortune

The Saloon of Good Fortune

if you can pass the door
then you are much welcome
have a seat you don’t care
about them overlook
have a sip have a breath
and you can feel the press
you gonna fly soon
it’s all demons and furs
take a smoke before noon

it’s always too late it’s never right in time
it’s like it’s a glimpse in advance or delay
it never settles right it’s never the right place
it’s always a collapse in the mountain of time
an eclipse of the sun just like a double moon
and your eyes can’t adjust cause the dark in the room
it’s like a couple of stones
in a tin box you shake
the road is made of coal
under the sky so grey

can you say it’s a shame if you can miss the train
memory is vivid when it is time to talk
and I am with no arms
since you payed for us both
in this Palais of Chance
Saloon of Good Fortune

I give a look to the audience
it’s all people in chains and forgotten riots
my friend would you please put a dime
in this dusty jukebox

I pay to life no attention no more
it’s never right in time
it’s always on the edge
of a curse furthermore
evil in addition to the nonsense of all
a drama addiction can you please pay the bill

it’s always like it is
such a damn narrow path
waiting for the mistake
you’re just about to make

it’s always like you don’t have no chance
to quit the lottery
the end coming forward
kissing death out of courtesy
from the lips of decay
it’s politeness or tact

there’s a rock on the road
a river overflew
and the storm is raising
in the mountains of time

there’s a rock on the road
a river overflew
and the storm is raising
in the mountains of time

Copenhagen, July 27th 20.

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