Paul Haslinger

The early morning castle stirred,
The King of the forest stared vacantly,
Toward the east.
His bloodshot eyes caught no reasoning,
A lazy fly settled on his suit of velvet,
And the king cursed the creation.
Like an unwanted shadow,
The Queen of conscience entered the already broken morning,
She spoke, "Eat my master".
The king moved to a coffin corner,
Where another lazy fly contemplated the dust of time.
"Bring me a kingdom and I will eat,"
his voice disturbed the dust and the fly.
"I am without power to bring you power,"
The Queen sighed like an autumn breeze.
"Then I will not eat."
The King moved to his guilty throne,
And seated himself amongst his ancestors.
"My King, if you want a kingdom and power,
If you want money and love, if you want respect and admiration,
then you must go out, and take it."
The King stared vacantly to the east,
And a dozen flies waiting in the dust stared back,
"I am the King, it is not my part to capture and claim,
It is my people's duty."
The Queen cried and the little crystal tears tickled her cheeks.
She brushed them away angrily,
"You have no people, and while you remain the ghost of the past,
you will never have people or a kingdom,"
She ran from the pathetic chamber.
A fly left with her.
The king breathed and thought deeply,
"I will have people," he said nervously to his conscience,
"I will have people."
The King of the forest never rose again from his guilty throne,
And the dust and the lazy flies lived on him,
And the King lived on his dreams,
And died on them.

When i talk to the trees
O'great trees who have learned to speak slowly
I know that they believe that they have an answer
Then i walk in the city where i cannot hear it

When i talk to the city
I have already learned three answers
Before i call the question
And slowly, i wish myself among trees
But can not hear myself wishing

When i talk to the people
Who are the trees that grow in the city
They reply with a fond kindness, slowly
But there is no answer
For experience to be made by mistake

Upon this key, time will slide,
Beyond the lock, you lose your mind.
And as our door becomes open,
A rush of sound is found inside
Creating dreams that pass you by.

You may live through your life a long long time..
But you will never know from where it came,
Yet all you've seen is what you've wanted to,
You're walking forward as you look behind,
Still watching those old memories fade and die...

This door is heavy, and is deeply stained,
With wasted tears, that try to fight in vain,
You may be sitting, feeling quite secure,
But listen carefully - and this key is yours -
For we can lead you far beyond that door...

There are dangers hidden, trust in that language
And it is precisely this conception that which must not be changed
The epitome of our language is patterns containment of thought and sound

I die to fight!!
I die to fight!!
I die to fight!!

Upon this key, time will slide,
Beyond each lock, you lose your mind.
And as our door becomes open,
A rush of sound is found inside -
Creating dreams that pass you by..

Bent cold sidewalk, open the gate,
I may be late but i can no longer wait.
Stealing the crown that stood me up,
I'm laying the table with dusty plates.
Bent cold sidewalk, open the gate,
I may be late but i can no longer wait.
Playing the god to fix your gaze,
I'm holding you firm on another day.
Bent cold sidewalk, open the gate,
I may be late but i can no longer wait.

Dear Nellie Goodrich
I am writing to you
To tell you of my love
Please don't be offended
I mean you no harm
Sure as the sun shines above

Dear Nellie Goodrich
I have watched from afar
You pass my house each day
The dreams that I dream
Are always about you
But, oh dear, what can I say?

In these few words that I'm writing
Is my life open for you to see
And one wish that I wish constantly
I wish that you could see me

In these few words that I'm writing
Is my life open for you to see
And one wish that I wish constantly
I wish that you could see me

Dear Nellie Goodrich
I am ending this letter
I will wait patiently
I will be thinking
And dreaming about you
Dear Nellie, please think of me

Dive into yesterday, dive into yesterday
Dive into yesterday

Now since his disappearance through the smoke rings of our time
While the plaster jester is speaking out of tune
In moonlight swimming madness deep within Aladdin's cave
But with good old diamonds dancing, we can all smile too soon

Oh swing and sway, the petals say
Turn inside and out and please

Dive into yesterday, dive into yesterday
Dive into yesterday

Kaleidoscopic tambourines are tickling your ears
While the tiny goldfish all swim amongst the air
The Mardi Gras at midnight, the songs tumbling in sound
While Sh-Sh-Shakespeare floats with wild roses in his head

Oh, swing and sway, the patterns say
Time sign out and please

Relax your eyes, for after all
We can but share these minutes

Battalions in navy blue are bursting beige balloons
The water pistols are all filled with lemonade
The jester and the goldfish have joined minds above the moon
Oh, please kiss the flowers and you too will be safe

Oh, swing and sway, the patterns say
Time sign out and please

Dive into yesterday, dive into yesterday
Dive into yesterday, oh

Bursts of white cotton passing the window
Everyone talking, oh, so very low
And Captain Simpson seems to be in a daze
One minute high, the next minute low
Nobody knows where we are
Nobody knows where we are

Cigarettes burning faster and faster
Everyone talking about the everafter
And Captain Simpson seems to be in a daze
One minute high, the next minute low
Nobody knows where we are
Nobody knows where we are

Nobody will ever know why
Nobody will ever know why

Visions of childhood rush past my eyes
In seat number 30 somebody cries
And Captain Simpson seems to be in a daze
One minute high, the next minute low

Nobody knows where we are
Nobody knows where we are
Nobody knows where we are
Nobody knows where we are
Nobody knows where we are
Nobody knows where we are
Nobody knows where we are

Bursts of white cotton passing the window
Everyone talking, oh, so very low
And Captain Simpson seems to be in a daze
One minute high, the next minute low
Nobody knows where we are
Nobody knows where we are

Cigarettes burning faster and faster
Everyone talking about the everafter
And Captain Simpson seems to be in a daze
One minute high, the next minute low
Nobody knows where we are
Nobody knows where we are

Nobody will ever know why
Nobody will ever know why

Visions of childhood rush past my eyes
In seat number 30 somebody cries
And Captain Simpson seems to be in a daze
One minute high, the next minute low

Nobody knows where we are
Nobody knows where we are
Nobody knows where we are
Nobody knows where we are
Nobody knows where we are
Nobody knows where we are
Nobody knows where we are

Braces gleaming on the beach
Northern accents, funny speech
People call each other "each"
And the telly's just out of reach
And Johnny's swimming expertly in a white-capped breaker
Oh holidaymaker, liberty taker
Nature forsaker, oh holidaymaker
Red face roasting in the sun
Curvy girls for everyone
Radio gang here they come
Spoiling everybody's fun
And Johnny's swimming expertly in a white-capped breaker
Oh holidaymaker, liberty taker
Nature forsaker, oh holidaymaker
The white surf is breaking softly on the sand
Where the seagulls cry for the bread that's in your hand
But you don't understand for why they cry
You're all holiday men with no sunshine in your eye - why?
Smiling queens walk to and fro
A middle-aged romeo
Tries but without seeds to sow
Lucky his wife does not know
And Johnny's drowning desperately in a white-capped breaker
Oh, holidaymaker, liberty taker
Nature forsaker, oh holidaymaker

Braces gleaming on the beach
Northern accents, funny speech
People call each other "each"
And the telly's just out of reach
And Johnny's swimming expertly in a white-capped breaker
Oh holidaymaker, liberty taker
Nature forsaker, oh holidaymaker
Red face roasting in the sun
Curvy girls for everyone
Radio gang here they come
Spoiling everybody's fun
And Johnny's swimming expertly in a white-capped breaker
Oh holidaymaker, liberty taker
Nature forsaker, oh holidaymaker
The white surf is breaking softly on the sand
Where the seagulls cry for the bread that's in your hand
But you don't understand for why they cry
You're all holiday men with no sunshine in your eye - why?
Smiling queens walk to and fro
A middle-aged romeo
Tries but without seeds to sow
Lucky his wife does not know
And Johnny's drowning desperately in a white-capped breaker
Oh, holidaymaker, liberty taker
Nature forsaker, oh holidaymaker

Mountainous pictures of coloured scenes appear upon my face
And the joss stick smoke of sense dissolves, forever in its place
The shadowy friends that line the walls all dream while laying down
While the window tapping silhouette in rain begins to drown

In the room of percussion
The discussion slides as you enter through the door
And the one armed bandit
Laughs aloud and disappears once more

Foolish thoughts of ecstasy are dead but without too much concern
In the heart, my hopes by millions lay twisted as they burn
The crooked faces of clocks appear and die in nightmare dreams
While juggling music surrounds us both and turns our thoughts to screams

In the room of percussion
The discussion slides as you enter through the door
And the one armed bandit
Laughs aloud and disappears once more
My God, the spiders are everywhere!

With ruby wine and our tangled nerves, our mouths flap in despair
And with tumbled words of poetry, we try and prove we care
But the glow-worm light of creativeness moves out into the rain
And the joss stick dies and disappears, its scent alone remains

In the room of percussion
The discussion slides as you enter through the door
And the one armed bandit
Laughs aloud and disappears once more
In the room of percussion
The discussion slides as you enter through the door
And the one armed bandit
Laughs aloud and disappears once more
My God, the spiders are everywhere!