Sunday, 30 October 2016

Sunday, 23 October 2016

Thursday, 20 October 2016

Tuesday, 18 October 2016

Monday, 17 October 2016

Sunday, 16 October 2016

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Svante No. 14 song

SVANTE’S SWAN-SONG

Hours end before they have started.
Nothing stays always new.
Live to the full when I’ve departed.
May songs and may love ever follow you.

Days wasted I leave behind me.
Who knows what soon is due.
You who are left, though you won’t find me,
May songs and may love ever follow you.

No escort with me has started.
No bitterness clouds my view.
Live to the full when I’ve departed.
May songs and may love ever follow you –
       live to the full when I’ve departed,
       may songs and may love ever follow you.






Saturday, 15 October 2016

Svante No. 13 song

WORST HUNGER PANGS

Put venison, smoked salmon on the table,
add caviar and lobster to the spoils!
When roast beef fat starts curling best it’s able,
Then all my mental juices seethe and boil.
My palate’s greed’s a stay-by
and my appetite’s uncouth
my fork’s a catapult with vibrant twangs
that fires off all the dainties
into my mouth
but nothing can allay my
                      worst hunger pangs.

We’re wallowing in wine and girls who’re frisky.
A tape recorder plays a cheerful tune.
We dance so close that pulse and mood get risky.
Our bodies squeeze so tight we almost swoon.
I’m partying and lay my
giddy head in some lap
while everyone around just shouts and bangs.
my soul can feel a twitching
my flesh too perhaps
but nothing can allay my
                      worst hunger pangs.


I drink and dance and whore just like a nutter.
Behaving like a rocket that has blown,
so from my pores great sparks begin to sputter
I’m exiled from my every shaking bone.
I had a short-lived heyday,
all my flesh has turned to flab,
so cups are always brimful in my hands.
Just she who isn’t present
or my death perhaps
just one might but allay my
                     worst hunger, my best hunger pangs

Friday, 14 October 2016

Svante No. 12 song

Svante’s happy day [HSSB 21]


See how the day’s begun!
Warm is the round red sun.
Nina is showering at ease.
I’m eating bread and cheese.
Life’s not the worst thing around so they say
and the coffee’s on its way.

Flowers start to flower once more.
Spiders run down the door.
Birds fly in flocks through the air
when there are birds to spare.
Joy’s not the worst thing around so they say
and the coffee’s on its way.

Green is the grass and wet.
None of the bees need fret.
Suck in the air till it’s spent.
Oh, get that bindweed scent!
Bliss’s not the worst thing around so they say
and the coffee’s on its way.

In wafts a shower-time song.
She’s really going strong.
Outside the sky is quite blue.
I can approve that too –
Joy’s not the worst thing around so they say
and the coffee’s on its way.

Now Nina comes right in,
naked, with moist warm skin,
kisses me fondly, still bare
goes off to do her hair.
Life’s not the worst thing around so they say
and the coffee’s on its way.



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Thursday, 13 October 2016

Wednesday, 12 October 2016

Svante No. 11 song

LETTER FROM YOU

I’ve an appetite that’s vanished
And all solid flesh has now sunk
I can’t even get plastered, get really drunk
till a letter comes from you.

To the spot I seem to be rooted
I just sit alone in a nook
I don’t even feel like opening a book
till a letter comes from you.

I shun all small conversation
reject each word that would console
I won’t even give my old mother a call
till a letter comes from you.

Vitamin C’s not on the agenda
I just lie here and pine away
I won’t even come to rue the day
till a letter comes from you.

I believe my days are all numbered
my pulse’ll soon give up the ghost
I don’t even dare to hope to host
a letter that comes from you.

So now you know what the end is
how much you must answer for
should you not, at once, just guarantee
that a letter comes to me.