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DIACHRONIA LYRICS
"XX's Decline" (2000)
1. Mankind Portrait
2. Saviour
3. Not Straight Off
4. Neurastania (Aprivate Hell)
5. On the Crapet of the Romance (Perfectionism)
6. Erecet the Monument of National Bards
7. XX's Decline
8. Foreign
9. Prototypical Course ... Enough
1. Mankind Portrait
SEEMS TO BE NOTHING
IN FACE OF THE HUMAN:
MYTH, FESTIVALS, DANCE, FUNERALS
LOVE, EXSTASY, DEATH, EXCESS, WAR ...
SEEMS TO BE NOTHING
INSIDE EACH MAN - WHOLE MANKIND
THE SENSIBILITY, NEUROSIS
CONFUSION, CASE MISUNDERSTADNING ...
REMNANTS OF THE PAST,
AND ALL THESE DREGS
.( THERE'S EVERYTHING INSIDE)
MAN'S JUST LIKE A PARABOLA,
THE COMPLEX COLLECTION:
COMMON SENSE AND INSANITY WITHIN .
SEEMS TO BE ..... IDEAL !
THE EXTREMAL OF HUMAN FACE,
SET SWINGING IN TOTAL DIVERGENSE .
PRESENCE OF THE MIND .
ALL THOSE SWOONS .
(LOST SURROUNDS, LOST INSIDE)
OWN FORM OF COMPOUND MANKIND
PASSES HUMAN'S COMPREHENSION .
2. Saviour
I'M INSPIRED WITH LOVE WORLD WHEN
I WAS KNEELING DOWN TO THE ALTAR
OF MY COUNTLESS PROMISES
UPON THE OATH I WAS SPEAKING WHEN
THE WORLD ASKED FOR THE SEEMINGLY
UNDESIRED DISHARMONY
.I DENIED WORLD'S FAITH IN
SUPERIORITY THOUGHT ABOVE SUOLS .
I SHOWED, IN PICTURES, THE
TREASURE OF TESTAMENT - FALSIFIED .
AND THE WORLD GOT STUPID .
THE WORLD JUST CONFIDEDIN
ME - ITS FICTION -
LET HOLD THE SCEPRTE.
IT'S ME. HEARTS NATURAL - BITTEN BY ME .
BELIVE'S ASYLUM - SHOWN JUST BY ME .
THE WORLD JUST HID
AND THE WORLD GOT INSANE !
AND LAWS - SUPRA WORLD CREATED .
FROM MOUTH OF CLERICAL'S CONSUMPTION
I SPIT OUT THE CURSE.
DESTINATION OF PRE - INSTINCT
CRACKING ON BELLS OF PRO - CHURCH
ABOUT DEVIATIONS AND ABOUT THE IMPULSES!
REASON FENCED OFF - BY THE HALE LEDGE
OF THE LEAKY NORMS .
IN THE MARCH OF MY OWN IMPULSES,
THIS DAY - I CONFESS TO MYSELF
AND TO YOU, TOO - FOOLS SO PIONS
TO THE WORLD SO SHREWDLY CHEATED:
I'VE BEEN THIRSTY WITH
THOUGHT SPEECH AND DEED AND EFFORTS .
MY WILL, MY WILL,
UNLIMITED WILL (I DEMAND OF YOU - WORLD BENDING
LANDS TO THE FORMES, OF MY CAPRICE) .
3. Not Straight Off
WE'RE THE BUNDLE OF IMPRESSIONS,
THE REST OF OWN STRENGHTS - WE ARE
.MARCHING TOGETHER TO THE HEAVEN
IN COMPLICATED WREATHS OF ANALYSIS .
TANGLES OF GESTURES - WE ARE .
WE'RE THE SHRED OF THE WORLD .
HAVING USED THE FORCE SUPERIOR
,HISTORY RIGHT, NORM OF MORALS .
WE TOOK AIM AT THE HEAVEN,
WE'RE A CHASE OF OUR OWN THOUGHTS .
JUDGE OF OUR CONSCIENCE - WE ARE .
HUNG UP TOGETHER THE EDGE OF HEAVEN
WITH WHOLE THE BURDEN OF EPOCHS .
WE'RE THE SHRED OF THE WORLD .
THE REST OF STRENGTHS
DRAG'THRO THE WORLD, WE ARE
STIIL CLIMBING, JUST UP THE SKY .
WASTE OF TIME .
4. Neurastania (Aprivate Hell)
“PROCES OF LIFE MAKES ME FEEL FINE
UNTIL I'M HOLDING BY IGNORANCE"
"MYRIAD OF CALM STARS WATCH ME NESTLING
RELICS OF LOST PEACE OF MIND”
MY CUMBERED MIND, IMAGINING LIBERATION,
PREFERS HALLUCINATION
TO LEAVE FOR THE UNIVERS.
MY LIFE IS THE CLINICAL CASE.
CLINGING CHASE, NERVOUS IMPOTENCE,
NEUROTIC ESCAPE TO HOPELESS STATE .
MY SPIRIT LAMENESS NAD MENTAL VORTEX,
NO KIND OF ORDER, NO KIND OF AIM.
CONSTANT STARTING POINT, NEITHER FIRM GROUND
NOR FOOTHOLD, I'M THROWN OUT OF MY BALANCE!
EVERY POINT OF THE EXISTENCE
TROD OUT HOLLOW IN THE SAME PLACE,
WAITING FOR IDEAL ARRANGEMENT
IN THE HOPLESS PLACE .
MY LIFE IS A CLINICAL CASE
WITHOUT CHANCE, NERVOUS IMPOTENCE!
CHARIOT OF A PRIVATE HELL
MORE THAN EXPRESS TRAIN,
CHAOS AND THE INDIGENCE
SURROUNDINGS MURDERING ME PIECE BY PIECE .
CONSTANT LIFE COQETTE RUINS ME,
TURNING ME, JOLTING ME .
LOSING BALANCE, FALLING SENSES,
ABSURDITY STATE .
UNBALANCED CHRONIC FEELINGS,
TERROR OF THE DAILY NECROSIS
INSTEAD OF VITALITY (A PRIVATE HELL) .
THIS IS MY TRANSFIXED HEAD .
THIS IS MORTIFIED HOUSE,
DIE IN THE HOSPITAL OF MY LIFE .
5. On the Crapet of the Romance (Perfectionism)
EVERYWHERE, EXCEPT IN MY SOLITUDE,
LOVE OUR WORLD LOVE ...
SLEEPY PERFECT TO
THE SCENARIO OF DREAMS
SO EASILY LAID IN .
TO WAVES - LIGHT SUPRA - SENSITIVE
CUDDLED TOGETHER - OUR BODIES
LAST DROPS OF SILENCE FROM THE NIGHT FLOOR
ARE HURRIEDLY LICKING.
CROW OF DAY CROAKS DEMOLISHING
STEMS OF ACACIA
WE WON'T ALLOW, TO THE DYING,
OUR FRESH ADORATION.
WE WILL STIKE WITH BOTH OUR RINGS .
DEITIES IN US INTESIFYING,
POTENTIAL POSSIBILITY ALSO OUR EGO SO RIPE .
LOVE OUR WORLD, LOVE ....
NON - MONOTONOUS DYNAMIC, MADNESS - NEVER
MATERIALIZED ... RESRTICTED, MUTUALLY .
SILENTLY, IN THE DISTANCE .
I FEEL LIKE IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY .
ALWAYS WHEN I AM QUITE ALONE,
THEN SILENCE IS THE TRAINER OF MY WORLDS .
NEVER FOR BEIGN ABLE TO DREAM
WON'T BE A MAD MAN - CAN BELIEVE ME .
NOWHERE, WHERE I'M QUITE EXCLUDED .
WORLD ALIENATION - NOT KNOWN BY ME .
EVERYWHERE, EXCEPT IN MY SOLITUDE,
WOULD FEEL ABANDONED INDEED
6. Erecet the Monument of National Bards
7. XX's Decline
FIXED, FIXED
HUMANISTICIDEALS AND VALUES .
WISDOM IN TEARS,OVERDID SCREAMS .
IMPERTINENT “XX'S DECLINE” FIXED
LOOKS AND BODY FIXED
.CURVED, CURVED
TIRED PSYCHES,
WISDOMIN TEARS, OVERDID SCREAMS.
CURVED HUMAN'S ATTITUDES AND
WORLDS OUTLOOKS CURVED .
IN THE MODERNISTIC HUES OF HELPLESSNESS,
THE MARCH DROPS ALONG A HARD TRACKOF
THE FINAL SCEPTICISM,
WITHIN HUMANS MIS DREAMT EYES
GREW DUSKY SCIENTIFIC THEORIES
LOSERS ARE PEOPLE, DEVILS AND ANGELS
.THE SIMPLE FINALE JUST TROD OUT
FICTITIOUS PERPLEXITIES .
IN STIFF PROCESSION (FIXED,FIXED)
IN HONOR OF THE MAN .
WITH COSMOSGREY HEAD (CURVED, CURVED)
LET DOWN OVER THE WORLD .
IRRECONCILLABLE CENTURY FINAL
CELEBRATES SOLE WORLD - NARRATOR'S DEATH .....
A MILLION RAYS OF LIGHT
ESCORT HIM TO SOMBRE TOMB
AS DRAWING ON THE THIRD MILLENIUM .
8. Foreign
EVERYWHERE, EXCEPT IN MY SOLITUDE,
I FEEL LIKE IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY .
ALWAYS WHEN I AM QUITE ALONE,
THEN SILENCE IS THE TRAINER OF MY WORLDS .
NEVER FOR BEIGN ABLE TO DREAM
WON'T BE A MAD MAN - CAN BELIEVE ME .
NOWHERE, WHERE I'M QUITE EXCLUDED .
WORLD ALIENATION - NOT KNOWN BY ME .
EVERYWHERE, EXCEPT IN MY SOLITUDE,
WOULD FEEL ABANDONED INDEED
9. Prototypical Course ... Enough
PROTOTYPICAL COURSE OF OCCURENCES
A PROVISIONAL JIGSAW OF LIFE .
PICTURES IN A HAD CUT INTO PIECES
THAT HAVE TO BE PUT TOGETHER .
TEMPTING ILLUSIONS JUST FALLING DOWN
AND DOWNCAST BEIGNS PLAYING THE CHESS
FOR THE TIME FRITTERED AWAY AS MONEY .
ENOUGH OF UNFAIR GAME OF REALITY .
I WISH IT COULD BE MY MOVE !EACH MOVE
ON THE CHESSBOARD OF DOWNCAST BEINGS
TRYING TO EXPRESS FUTURE POSSIBILITIES.
NO SCHEMES CONFORMED TO THE REALISM,
NOT ALL COMBINATIONS MAY BE KNOWN .
PUZZLE OF THE NEXT EVENTS,
QUIZZICAL SITUATIONS .
SAND PIT IN MIND,BLOCKS IN THOUGHTS
WITHIN CUT INTO PIECES BRAIN
PASSING BY PICTURES OF THE NEXT DAYS .
BUT PLANS ARE SMASHED
AGAINST A HARD ROCK OF THE ACCOMPLISHED FACTS .
ENOUGH OF UNFAIR GAME OF REALITY .
I WISH THE GAME COULD BE OVER !
DISPOSE MERELY SOME PROTOTYPES .
A PROVISIONAL JIGSAW OF LIFE .
Mr. LOT THROWS DIES IN A PLAY CALLED LIFE
FOR DEAR GRAINS OF BEINGS .
LYING IN COMMON, FAR FROM EACH OTHER,
IN THE LUXURY ROOMS, ON PERSIAN CARPETS,
DREAMING SOLELY OF SPENDING THE TIME
IN THE POSTMORTEM ATMOSPHERE OF REST .
PLAYING FREE THE CHESSONLY IN OUR PASTIME .
BUT LOT CONSOLES US MEANWHILE
,LAUGHING AT OUR “ LOST IN THOUGHTS “ FACE:
WE TRY TO FACE UP ITS SURPRISES .
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