Speaking In Tongues
Scribbling In Voices
MAX NEMTSOV
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Busy
Your Last Teardrop
Blues for Sergio Sapo
THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING
Life's a-bitchin', road's all ditches
And you hate your fellow-creatures
In the time of human strife
It will help you to survive
Your asshole
Quit pretending you're intestines
You belong to where the waste is
When the whole world goes to waste
Search for some still greater taste
In your asshole
When the times are bad
How it can be better
When the time's real bad
Nothing can be greater
Life can be a great improvement
Just control your bowel movement
When the chances are so poor
Have your own fresh manure
From your asshole
Nothing's greater than a quick shoot
Dump your sorrows through your poop chute
When you see it through your shite
The future is so fucking bright
You're asshole
Asshole
BUSY
And my love is alone
My love is alone
My love is a lone hell for you
Oh my love is a lone hell
And this hell is so close
Oh my love is a lone lone hell
This hell is so close to you
My love is blind and easy
And my love is sick as hell
That hell's so -- so close to
So close to you and me
That I can't get out of here
So close to you
That I can live with it
And your love drags along
Your love drags along
Your love just goes on and on
Your love is small and busy
So why do you want it so
It's so sick -- so sick that I
I have to be this way
The time has come to repent
Now it's time to get cruel
For I can't live with it
YOUR LAST TEARDROP
You gave me shadows and I gave you sunshine
I used to send you
A rose a day
And you're still waiting for me to make it
To make it to you
Your own way
Your last tear
Your last tear
Was the time when I said, save me
Was the time when you really could
Was the time when you were braver
But your last teardrop
But your last teardrop
But your
You gave me water, I paid you a quarter
I drank and told you
You saved my life
Then you gave me dollars, I gave you the promise
That when you ask me
I'll be your wife
You gave me memories and I gave you snapshots
I took your pictures
They didn't lie
All through the good years and through the bad years
Your tears will shine, dear
Your tears will shine
Your last tear
Your last tear
Was the time when I said, save me
Was the time when you almost did
Was the time when you were braver
With your last teardrop
With your last teardrop
With your tears
Blues for Sergio Sapo
no lullabies for you motherfucker
the stone was for danny fisher not you
you don't have to worry too much about radars
you have disappeared from view
you are no doctor for bad disease
you are no censor for four letter words
you're biting the grime off the well-lighted smokectacks
shitting like hell on them low-flying birds
crumbs of your morning sickness
don't mix well with the bloody stew
rattling the bones in your tightly squeezed ass
won't make a rattlesnake out of you
nursing your peter to sleep with the pisces
waiting for life to install
how do you dream my sweet motherfucker
do poets dream at all