Kuolla Jos hyppäisi ja lentäisi... taivaan tuuliin A bound to the front of the nuclear footlights That radiate the plutonium green I'm breaking the love from it's fathomless heights Couldn't do that without ketamine... Charcoaling the eyes with respect and disguise As fawkes is the cloak for my lust What better would for love like this come than the skies High winds for precious things to crust Above the myrtle sea, keeping falling ashore To the stage with proletarian tricks I'm gullible far from a gryphon and ready for Rotten love apples or a ton of bricks Green, also called "cat valium", isn't that right? Would love dealers gladly approve The colour of venom and the eerie theatre light I'm sorry about my poisoned crush on you xxxxxx says (20:21): ei se sun kanssa olisi tahtonut kuolla kuitenkaan xxxxxx says (20:21): jos yhtään lohduttaa Ghost Things to Do I only want to lick the toes of a wolf girl and then I'm done Not longing for a kiss, that would be sweeter than any sugar spun Id est: TOO FUN ! And I evade from things that could make me want to live The hollow point of me being not a thief So no more tongues, but toes And a ghost for my belief I only want to kiss a ghost girl and then follow Not longing for a life too unwraithful and shallow As a ghost, with a ghost With another bunch of ghostmaker pills Fain grind and swallow And a fox as my spook spectre, my tainted love and disvalour No wolven ghosts who would offer their toes Perhaps a fox with concluded earthly throes I so love dead animals... There my heart goes to rehear her echoes olen sitten kuollut eläin Ja en muuta Tahdon vain olla kuin saaliini I only want to lick the lips of a ghost girl, my bait And be lured, get burnt by another crow-eyed shade though for love we could ne'er congregate Fuck it ...I have a kitsune, a cocktail and a date Selliosastoni susi They come as they do every eve, to me and then move on I get numb no, but fascinated so, through walls I'd run Only deliver icy chalk to fly the fireskies But how could I enter, search her own private paradise Her cell is next to mine and I keep seeing her at times I always fantasize of her and of her lovely crimes A wolf again, is she someone I know? Does she know me? Mere earthenware, pieces and her - the game all devilry Romantic chess with rules to trespass walls to twin escape For Her I'd learn again - my turn - the thin line between love and rape A common sin, I think we have a lot in cinnamon I know it's my head only, but I see the reflection I'd open tourniquet and then get to the orifice For I am sure she's truly mine hypo...chondria-sis! End pacifisting without listing all the felonies End lust and (please) end me or grant us both o'erdose release Derange me, wolfy stranger, lover, keeper of my heart No other body part of mine could make me THIS retard When here and yon, astrometric and phantasm all my myth All scattered but inside my cell, my head to begin with I sure have no clue about you, but still this I do mean: Had I the possibility, with You alone I'd dream At night they sleep, but they know not - my thirst just rages on It torments me to not her see, through walls I shall thence run I bash my body through the stone and cut and then I flip Lamina arcus vertebrae and novelty of rib Of that made of my new move is, for plot so conspiring I almost feel the freeing wings, but needle's first with sting They try to take my love from me, but I hid my heart well It longs for Her and not some syringe poison infidel They strap me, numb me, beat me, bash me, transfer me astray We never met, wolf girl, but know: I love You in my way Is It Dead? "All cats will, without exception, eventually die. After they die, the place they go is MU (Nothingness). Once dead, they will never come back to life." I think I'm not completely a snow leopard anymore I'm partly a ghost snow leopard I bring her wisdom and psychosis Psygnosis and crowberry roses The less miserables cats or kits Am I alone with Aurora Bridge Lonely but sweet schizo sick Tie up your partner... and make it quick! Not faux but my silent partner to die Not cat but order to "Feuer Frei!" Not derogatory but I will shove That I am nothing, except my love I don't live, I merely subsist Only the ghosts are those I've kissed Carbritally, she's my only fox Medicine far from furthodox Her ghost cenotaph, I fuck the mould Are we cast in the same stone cold A basalt golem and an android cat Whispers in tongues so dissonant The avatar mine phonetical as a curse But I still cry every verse by verse Pretending it's pretty and has black wings But I'll stop flying once the bonny lady sings Twisted as my nylon rope A wereleopard of a lycanthrope I'll stop flapping mine wings in midair And sooner than I finish the smile, I am with Her [ Aavetyttöjä vai absinttia written by Wolfram Winterfuhr 1 Kuolla, July 1007 2 Ghost Things to Do, August 3 Selliosastoni susi, August 4 Is It Dead? August 5 Jääliiduilla piirretty tyttö, September 6 Acid Rainy Days (Folie à deux), October 7 Lili (La Mort Douce), October 8 Lowland Yellow (La Valote as a Verte), October concerning Lili: original German lyrics by Hans Leip, English lyrics by Tommie Connor, this version of the story by me Ghost Girls or Absinthe in drought finished the October 19th 1007 ] Jääliiduilla piirretty tyttö The cyan blood of zion cats, seroqueled aristocrats Figures of pedophile cartoon Purring at the butter moon Cyanide blood for those who cried, blue acid collar wolfy style We are mighty when we're high (Selbstmord macht frei) Water-based casein play, dice made of ice fret and fray Marilynhanson yuri jubilee... (Schnee-Leoparden sterben früher) Apartheided najran clouds, overcast whereabouts Nyoro tales of wraithly lovers Clouded stories with blooded book covers Of all the story, of everyfurre, pick just one And let her blood overrun Shoot it as oxygen directly into your left lung... (That's some what I can no more have undone) Some say I should turn into phytophagic Give up the blood, learn to fuck the willing Some call it rape, I might call it magic And let mere words do the killing With all due Warsaw aspect, is it ice or just plain meth Dank, bitter, sunless book I gave no damn, but she just took... Farmington kaffir bitch and one now emptied cartridge The retail version of sallow me And some inflorescence artillery To the furnace the patience, to the ovens bricks, jews and lreemasons Rooibos with caffeine or cocaine Cocaine with no inserted cain My story is ice and so are you A character without a clue That this tale is quite true That this tale is all about you When flame blued and acid went to alkaline, the chalk to draw the plot of the lifeline Made me say "I know it's wrong to love you", and then All went so cold again Sting my ghost heart with dirty vorpal blade, for me it's like to masturbate Feeling you near With your chernobyl career So the Omicron after August, spraying spree, playing with dust Us cats for that matter Just got madder... and madder So wild yonder, do they serve coffee, or just terror, tod und toffee Or even better, Amytal with bark bread Enough to make spare love more dead I am frail and I love the fragile, not that far from a ephebophile Goreography icy leopard-rough Hypergraphia with (sorry) sickly love Acid Rainy Days (Folie à deux) My sister knows I'm having a bad decade Her hug feels fever-warm My sister knows and she's afraid Acetonic water and banana bread Confectionery enigmas Us both, I think, sick in the head Sweet are the sibling stigmas The batter splattered, but what does it matter The buttermilk pastries now gone What love there is other but romantic kind Our that exactly is not yet done She knows I'm so tired That even for her I just cannot be She knows, but hasn't yet decided Is she going to leave with me Dearly, madly she holds me tight I wish I had the energy to respond I remember our secret places to hide But now I grasp only that what is beyond Like green gunpowder the rain gets louder We get more drenched and more insane I want to go but could I without her I wonder and suddenly clasp her like the rain The new vigour, though doesn't keep us dry It flours and makes cakes all veiled Even though I am going to die I do not want her to be afraid Lili (La Mort Douce) ( This is the story of a singer named Lili boo, boo, boo, boo, boo! ) Would you like to hear the story, of a girl that I alone do know? It's a tale of love in all it's sorry, I tell when the lights are soft an' low! Underneath the broken lamp post, in the shade standing all alone every night you'll see her wait, she waits for a cat who has passed away and though he's gone, she hears him say: "I'm sorry I couldn't have stayed true But my love for you is still very great I'm sorry, but if you can believe that I still love you... If you just can bear my love, I can bear your hate" ( This is the story of a singer named Lili! ) With a kiss he gave her promise, to be constant as the stars above, But Death's lips granted a sweeter kiss Death took away the life, but left the love ( Underneath the broken lamp post, in the shade standing all alone every night you'll see her wait, for this is the place a vow was made and breezes sing her serenade . . . ) "I'm sorry I didn't stay true, But my love for you is still very great I'm sorry, but I still truly love you And it is okay if all I get back is hate ( This is the story of Lili! Though wee stems have an ending, no one knows just what the end will be but tonight when twilight is descending, if you'll come along, here's what you'll see . . . ) Underneath the broken lamp post, in the shade standing all alone every night you'll see her wait, Except tonight as she has decided to kiss And just before, between her lips you can hear this: "I'll be true no more for you But I sure don't hate you, my love My love for you is very great, too Thus we shall now meet in the stars above!" Lowland Yellow (La Valote as a Verte) October emblazons many colours of mist Like surgically tapered to add alizarin But red's not here and the colours all pissed Like suicidally vapoured for us who really wouldn't want to see the next spring (vanhat sudet pätevät) Even rosemary scars for some endorphin I want reddened whisky or ghost blood somehow A real dead ghost or anthropomorphine FOR where's my ghost now!? Naw Amitriptyline (potentially deadly, tastes like liquorice) La Ptite (potentially ghostly with the familiar anise) Erimin (nimetazepam revolutionary for happy V's) I'd so love to get more shit from my luscious banshees.... (It's not camp, it belongs to the main arc) I respect not the lyricists with suicidal words without the (fourrer) deed And way too easily trust the girls who do catforms and blee-eeed... I've stared at ghostly girls' eyes forming labyrinth And guides for us broken lovers Though was it just the ghostly absinthe... For the girls, even with ghast-lily powers were not much but ghosts For even the guide, written in wise diction And the girls in costumes most The guide is true, but still just fiction (The girls still mostly ghosts) I've found the most perfect guide for broken lovers And it's fiction Though it sounds like invective It's actually not affront: Go with jesus if you want to live Come with me if you don't For broken lovers I bet it's all fiction