Dried Trees in Our Heads, Some Roofs and a Chimney (Ballada Mula) Lyrics


Water / Mother / fluid harmony

warm flesh, lonely / mind infinity

Can’t get out of, out of nectar’s breath

sleazy skin covers my face and my knees

Brick on brick / brick in face

the bus is leaving home…

A jester’s counting daddy’s days

on a dusty chest left alone

Leaning in a chair, mind set on a cigarette

eyes they go astray, there’s something I forgot…

(Chorus 1)

Your fingers through my hair and in my head

I have stopped to count the times when I died lonely…

When I close my eyes and turn away the river’s dead

but opening the vein the blood is still flowing…

No hunting dead love

no pressing out imagined juice of…love

Leaning in my loneliness / in my flesh / my ashes

in fruit’s silent water

My living unconsciousness

my eyes have stopped to search for a life after death!

(Chorus 1)

My fingers through your hair and in your head

Have you stopped to count the times when you died lonely

When you close your eyes and turn away the river’s dead

but opening the vein the blood is still flowing…

Some roofs, dried trees and a dry existence.

Our breath runs in circles

around our loneliness…

We smoke our time

without being aware

of the flesh and the ashes, yeah!

O father, holy father

I need no love but your love…

O Buddha, my Buddha

you’re so fantastic in stone…

O saviours, all saviours

gather round me and gather in me…

…if I only could take this way…

(Chorus)