He was born without bones. Lubomír Tomik He was born without bones and his first feeling was the elasticity of the soul, the heart traveled up and down the body in a transparent liquid, resembling the reflection of silicones in the setting sun the interior of the body lined with desire the clumps of the brain touch the earth and the cold of the grave lulled him to sleep.
…televize u Vás doma hrála tenhle song
V dálce lampa na pobřeží. In the distance a lamp on the shore.
In the distance a lamp on the shore. / old navy / Lubomír Tomik / old navy/ in the distance a lamp on the shore yohoho on the distance the lamp is lit. yohoho through the fog through the heavy rain yohoho in the distance the lamp is lit. so rudder twist, old bro yohoho rudder twist, you're here for it! when you hear it crackling when you hear the curse all of us yohoho all of us yohoho not for a long time yohoho
Read and recorded in Studio Shaark For You.
Bloumání v ulicích Providence.
Wandering the streets of Providence. Lubomír Tomik From a soaked ditch flooded with blood and mustard Mrs. Defanti's body crawls on her back, It slid through the mud and men in uniform were leaking vitreous, The whites of whites whipped in a riot of vibrators. The first star in the sky in a moment I look into your eyes To those crematorium fires, The darkening blue of the sky pushes light beyond the horizon, Behind The Horizon Behind The Horizon Behind The Horizon compresses it until the moment of the coming Night, The red disk intersects with the silhouettes the last few remaining TV antennas, All palms pierced by Mrs. Defanti's heels You throw them behind your head and our hands come together bone intertwines with bone. United blood vessels fused with hearts, Night is coming in Arco cafe, Guests are poured cold coffee with a wink, Waving the wings of ravens with that eternal croaking : NEVERMORE Greasy black feathers soaked in rain with razor blades in which you don't dance much Mrs. Defantio is coming with an umbrella made of soapy male faces, the twists of the beard with foam fall on the faded lino with the sound of trampled candies at the foot of the gallows tree where the noose is long empty. Wandering the streets of Providence. All that someone else's skin they suddenly ride down. The period of FLESH is coming.
Nahrával jsem ve stejném Studio Shaark jako Root. Albert Hoffman řekl : ,,Realita je nepředstavitelná bez nějakého subjektu, který ji zažívá.“ Dobrá…jsem tedy já ten ,,subjekt “ ?
Nebo jsi to TY ? A já tvořím Tvou realitu ?
Děje se tohle všechno ?
Jsi skutečná ?
Long summer before the end of the world.
Long summer before the end of the world. Lubomír Tomik When I ran my hands over the greasy clay of You, wrapped in a drying peel of mud, burned from within with your own breath, long summer before the end of the world we just hugged, there was no time for anything more. There was no time was not time
Wet sand. Lubomír Tomik Put a noose of your hand with a dagger in your fist in the hole in the wet sand, And add something else there, something of Your soul. The water rises higher, just leave everything to yourself, locks his stash. Girl, Woman, Old woman The curtain is now torn down. O, the Great Unknown. You'd be safe if I wasn't here.
Long Margaret. Lubomír Tomik - according to folklore about the heart eater / biting is ONLY sound /- Oh, Long Margaret, I'm here Oh, here I am I have not yet entered this world and you want me now Oh, Long Margaret Oh, here I am I still can't see my mother's face and rot in your stomach all the time O Long Margaret Oh, here I am another heart was missing and the work is done!
Eat the saliva of the witch . Eat at the saliva of the witch and the heart will not grow again the grimacing beast withdraws the needle is waving its wand ,,vjechtica" opens the chest it will pull out your heart and crush it in its teeth dust from it then falls on her neck, on her shoulders on her arms, on her beautiful breasts in her lipstick smile the teeth will turn into knives beforehand eat the saliva of the witch and heart again GROW.