Coloured Plates

Blue Is More Than Blue

I can swim at night among them gigantic ice cubes
I can undress some goddess at the top of a mountain of truth
and in each of my smiles I could offer infinity
I could disguise all the drama at the bottom of a cup of tea

I’m a prince
I’m a devil
I’m a curtain on fire
I’m a prince
I’m a devil
I’m just a shadow on the wall

just because blue
is more than blue
if you think about it
you can make it true

in the dust of some hysterical horses
I’ve seen how them farewells can make you grow
to the apology of crime
and to the grey faith below

there is no forgiveness
if you don’t give a dime
there is no salvation
for whole humanity if it’s not sublime
there is no word at all
for such a betrayal

just because blue
is more than blue
if you think about it
you can make it true

for such a letter
is more cruel than a denial
for such a way to dive
is more dishonest than a lie

you can pick me up through the cards
I’m always some spade paladin at the end
waiting for the sun to shine
cause I don’t ask nothing
I am never waiting for no promises
cause I feel I couldn’t be dumb and blind
to the missing parts of the play they rhyme

oh yeah cause it’s always blue
you can strand the curtain
even fire in the sky is sometimes blue

I’m a prince
I’m a devil
I’m a curtain on fire
I’m a prince
I’m a devil
I’m just a butterfly under your glass

let me see
this strange manner of yours
when you start a decay
while it’s time to make things true

cause it’s blue
and it’s more than blue
let me see
this missing shadow from you

oh yeah pick up the picture
and let me drown into some painting
they all look drawn by a blind soul

oh yeah cause blue is more than blue

Copenhagen, 17th of August 20.

Red Is The Colour

Streaming on streaming down
Close to the wall
The sun is burning the floor

It’s kind of a new world
So fussy diluted
Red is beating I feel like a page
A blank urging to be fulfilled
Delusional on the magic rampage

Streaming on streaming down
Someone has to shout in the distance
Someone has to protest in this empty space

I dance in red in the wild
Lakes and oceans are fulfilling my mind
I am the red clown I can smile through my tears
I can pop anything and then it disappears
In a filthy flagrancy babe
In a huge gaping storm

I’m at the heart and the bottom of human memories
I can make everything so funny
You wouldn’t say I’m waiting
For some reddish asteroid
To crash me down

Red is the color of human history
The name of the battles are clicking suddenly
It’s flesh and blood that’s all it is
No victory can make the count
We always lose rather discounted

Paint me red with your beady nails
I will swallow your eyes in my last cup of tea
Paint me red with your beady smile
No pain no sorrow until the last dance and shine

It’s like a supernova
I am trapped in the whirlpool
Memory just collapsed it’s gonna be updated soon
The bubbles of champagne
Wine is red and warm like a bull
I spit it on the ground you can call me a fool
Cause life is red
It’s red like a childish balloon

And look at me dancing I’m dancing on the moon
It’s all red oh yeah
And this all red
Oh yeah

Green Eyed Monster

I should be green
No moleskin
Ever compares
To this snake leather skirt of yours
No pleasure is guilty
In my green outfit
I should be green and walk around
On razor blades
And draw this smile with my own hand
Digging this hole with my own spade

Oh the green eyed monster is laughing
Luring decay above his shoulder
All those memories are just now
Skin flaps at the end of my fingers
Sleepy bugs in a cup of liquor
Dead soon corpses floating down the river

And the moon is flat
And the world is a museum
And the moon is dark
And life is impermeable like linoleum
And some regret also
Out of the barrel of a gun

All the mirrors are made of stone
If you think you can make it through
Alice don’t go the rabbit hole is full with those pictures of you
All the mirrors are made of stone
You just can run against your own disaster
Wait in this room for your personal encounter
Wait in this room and take a seat
To meet your own counterfeit
It’s only ten in the morning

No beauty can live behind a window
It takes a lot to know that
You must scratch your hands
To dig a hole in the ugliness
Finding your way in some sleepy hollow
It takes a lot to learn how to breath
To paint the right point red on your chest

And you can’t stop looking at you
With lemon smile and the demon making it true
If you follow your own shadow
You’ll split in two
I should be green and I should follow you
Black ribbons over my green eyes
Black ribbons and I’m so blind…

Copenhagen, 19th of August 2020.

Tulip Lipstick ! (let’s have some fun)

I would crawl down so many stairs
I would command a pair of wings
to put the right lipstick on your lips
to put it right with my fingers

it’s a tulip of love
in the fields of freedom
it’s a bucket of spines
in some forgotten kingdom

we can cross through the walls
when time is fighting back
I can paint a big mouth
with your lipstick on the wall
and make it twist to some unknown world
if I can just put some lipstick on your teeth

let me put some lipstick
let me this yellow kind that drives me blind
or this purple red
that makes me sick

make it dance
to the big earthquake
make it dance till those buildings shake
there is no mistake possible
when you take it on your own
and there’s no need to fall
when you run like a spider on the wall

there is no mistake
it’s a big earthquake
if it sounds so French
there is no mistake
let me put
let me put some lipstick
let me put it green or red or blue
I thrill when it’s orange
like a fire in a grange
I don’t have a clue of what’s come next
it’s a blank in the text
let me light a match in the straw
let me put some crazy yellow
let me put some lipstick on your lips…

Copenhagen, 19th of August 2020.