Tomic Riter

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  • Somewhat like the blues.

    Some electronic blues on my speakers. Let’s see what these new fuckers have to offer. First song finished. Next. Next. Next. Next. Next. It’s good but not good enough. Not as good as the old blues. But that’s how modern sadness is, I guess. Something only half felt or felt not at all but spoken about twice as much. Something only wading on the surface, but not ready to plunge all the way down. Also, all their music sounds the same. Which makes me think, how can two people feel sad in the same way? The idea baffles me. Have they started copying each other’s emotions as well. Crazy! This music only sounds somewhat like the blues but it’s really not the blues. Anyways, I am nobody to criticize. I am no critic. Maybe this music will sound better to me on some other day, at some other time, when I am in some other mood. Maybe. I will listen to some more. Nothing better to do.

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  • Until dawn.

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  • Dirty and living.

    I haven’t taken a bath
    it’s been two days
    exorcise me from my ill ways

    my skin is some dirty rag
    burn it in bonfire
    roll my ashes and smoke
    but be careful,
    hide under a cloak

    my teeth they have yellowed
    from too much drinking
    too much sitting
    and too much thinking

    my nails they have grown
    taller than eucalyptus
    hold them by your hands
    run over them a bus

    my hair
    my hair
    oh they are already gone
    I sold them to a king
    without a throne

    I wait for the evening
    to bring to this world some light
    and some water
    for this poor man’s delight.

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  • How much could I take.

    last night I drank too much
    mixed beer and wine
    and I drank from midnight
    till morning nine
    I thought if anything was real
    or that all was fake
    and really, how much could I take

    I went to the sea
    and drowned myself there
    the sea picked me up
    and spat me out and said
    ‘You can’t die here,’
    I crawled out of there
    and sat at the shore
    and thought of nothing more
    but something is there
    in the waves that break
    and they got me thinking
    because really, how much could I take

    got myself a harmonica
    but I never play
    whether it’s frozen November
    or burning May
    got myself a piano
    when I was a kid
    which soon my mother hid
    got myself a mountain
    and at it’s foot, a big big lake
    because I had to see
    how much could I take.

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  • Rooftop blues.

    daddy came to me and asked
    if I can stay longer
    how longer, I asked
    the noose around my neck was getting stronger
    his voice quivered and was quickly gone
    when I threw on him a shoe
    I remembered his voice as I wrote
    the rooftop blues
    .
    mommy came to me later
    and asked if everything was fine
    I opened my mouth and told her
    that it was already nine
    and why would she come to me
    at night so late
    she could have come to me before eight
    I looked away and sent her to hell
    and I sat like a lonely fool
    and wrote the rooftop blues
    .
    it took all my blood to climb this up
    where only the empty bottles linger
    and not a single hot cup
    it took all my bones to form one full man
    and a thousand nights of songs
    to write what nobody can
    but where the hell
    where the hell
    am I going, I got not clue
    so I sat down one evening
    and wrote the rooftop blues.

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  • The naked man gonna sing.

    the naked man walks up the stairs
    there’s nothing much about which he cares
    and he is going on and on
    the naked man has been here for long
    .
    he sits every night atop his roof
    and listens to the animals bark and woof
    he stuffs his ears with cotton
    and hides his eyes behind sandpaper
    and if anybody comes knocking
    the naked man pays no attention
    and puts it for later
    .
    he kisses the wind and
    rolls back his head
    like he is satisfied and already dead

    he opens his eyes and looks at the stars
    the little stones burning afar
    he rubs his eyes and then rubs his skin
    and he opens his throat
    like the naked man is finally gonna sing.

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