Monday 31 October 2016
Sunday 30 October 2016
Friday 28 October 2016
Thursday 27 October 2016
Tuesday 25 October 2016
Sunday 23 October 2016
Thursday 20 October 2016
Tuesday 18 October 2016
Monday 17 October 2016
Sunday 16 October 2016
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
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.
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.
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