zero distance

2002 zero distance e.p
issued by >>>> sundays in spring

cover by désirante


:: lyrics ::

straight lines to zero

i can hear from you by our teeth shocking and our heads vibing
uselessness of absorption time, would we hold the things ?
straight lines leading to the point zero,
in the skies the fumes vanish
but my love is still in me
raindrops keep echoing on the warmer ground
straight lines leading to the point zero
peaks are in my mouth like a broken glass
oh poor crown for a king she's my everyday queen
and the lines go round now

at least be with oxygen

storm outside as the sheeps go wild
i ask are we meant for nothing there?
do the anchors lead us deep in the water
or the soft wool beds?
accelerating the truth with a silly death
everyday beating deep inside of us
a sign of a vibing existence
at least be with oxygen
decline each brick of words
that make your thoughts a temple built
if we were free of it
we would run naked on the frosty ground

the quiet views

close to your eyes with the frozen sun
and this curbing view of any past
thanks to make me out of me
in the landscapes where sea and land meet
the world is shut i've got it in my head
the desperate us the bloody ways
the make-me-think the different views
the resigned sleep the deepest blue
the future things the best preview
the shady eyes the bitter fields
the cloudy skies the snowy land
everyone is a friend in these quiet views
and i want you in my head
drawing some flower for you now
i've never felt before
i can't explain anyone else
in the underground bitter emptiness
wind is to come to blow everything out
electric signals of the swans
communicate around
i can always remember and get no regret
in the cold paths i want myself to survive
the drenching tongues the rivers new
the reversed time the better view
the sweetest smile the written life
the always known the never felt
the sharing walls the breathing eyes
the paper side the torn apart
everyone is a friend in these quiet views
this green taste of life
revealing itself in the light
abstract and seasons and the need
of a dawn for our sakes
everyone is a friend in these quiet views

it's been a hard smoking day

sequencing blue radiates like an echo on the moon
the words get more stupid in the cold old blows
some clouds draw pines and peaks in the white sky of my brain
and as we flow you can be floating into the crowd
things keep on blinking and it reflects always
do the aim get rid of the shakes
convulsive era of return?
we can delete the sugar, breathing for burning
electronic transfers make me become artifical
silliness makes the mountains laugh at our lowerness
backyard offers me rest but the lands i ran
were all lost and dissolve

magic island

you can be kept in the squares if you want
the paper is opened for some sharing act
we're all bound to silliness but ghostly
eyes all watching and animals run wilder
streaming past through antennas
and never care to the tell
far from tradition think alone
birds unexpressive by their eyes
i can hear the horsefeet on the ground
everyday act acts in my words for corn tables
and left-apart
snow high in shoes
flowers raining up your head
you can be seen dancing alone the daylight
forgetting all this ordinary life
and crying your boredom away
decaying bricks red walls of our tears
oh this seems to be tragic in the arranged heads
the union is complete
can we feel vibrations
do you prefer squashing yourself away
magic treasure island?