Snow flakes look like stars
White pillows on the cars
Two glasses of beer and one Czech ***

Outside, sugared lion behind the windows
Inside, old type-writers under the windows
The nicotine yellow short lace curtains on the panes

You are here and you are not here
Pickled soft cheese, bread and beer

And you still have not sent
The value added tax
The workers are tired
they need to relax

Your belly itches

They talk about cars

It could be the pine
Could be the willow
Or the lights behind the window
—

Morning bus
Evening tram
Isn’t it the same… isn’t it the same?

Your closed eyes on a hot red seat
Your handsome body stretched out like meat
Isn’t it the same, isn’t it the same, still the same?

Morning bus
Evening tram
Go under water down into the dam

I’d fall in love with you
But I’ve got one small problem you know
I go under water into the dam

But if you don’t mind
Just take my arm
Hook into mine
like the last time

But if you don’t mind
Just take my arm
Hook into mine
And we’ll go to drown

Morning girls
Evening boys
All look like toys
Making noise
Hi, ciao, ahoj

Morning bus
At 7 o’clock
An old ugly brunette
****** my ****
I know it is just a toy
a toy making noise

Freezing morning
Warm night
The way seen
Is not quite bright

Upon an eye fallen profiles of things
Upon a tongue cut out shadows that shrinks
The road having been gone
Is not yet quite bright

But if you don’t mind
Just take my arm
Hook into mine
like the last time

But if you don’t mind
Just take my arm
Hook into mine
And we’ll go to drown

— some 1996 or 1997 in Brno

HEY BABY COME WITH ME
HEY BABY COME UNTIL I BREATH
I GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU TO SEE
IT IS NO **** INDEED

La La lalala

HEY BABY DON’T BE SCARED
I’LL LOVE THE THING I HAVE
IT’LL BE REALLY SOMETHING NEW
COME AND SEE IT’S TRUE

La La lalala

AND NOW WHEN YOU’VE COME
I GOT TO COME
WITH YOUR LOOK SUSPICIOUS
AND MY SO VISCOUS

La La lalala

IN FACT I SPIT AT YOU
YOU DON’T THING IT’S CRUEL
‘CAUSE YOU GOT WHAT YOU’D WANTED
AND I COULDN’T HOLD IT

La La lalala

PLEASE DON’T CRY
AND COME AGAIN WITH PRIDE
COME AGAIN WITH ME
THERE WON’T BE ANY KILLING
La La lalala
MAYBE
La La lalala
MAY BE
La La lalala
MAY BE
La La lalala
BABY MAYBE

BLACK “BRAUN” WATCH
BLACK SPACE
BLACK IN THE CROTCH
BLACK IN THE FACE
BLACK COFFEY
BLACK SHABBY BONES
BLACK COLD TEA
BLACK SICK THOUGTHS
BLACK ******* LIFE
BLACK BALL UNDER A HAT
BLACK RUSTED KNIFE
BLACK PERSON IN ITS BED

BLACK … ALL IN BLACK

BLACK SHADE PULLING DOWN
BLACK TOO-LONG DAYS
BLACK WOMAN IN HER NIGHT-GOWN
BLACK OPINIONS ON GAYS
BLACK I
BLACK DEAD PEOPLE
BLACK GIFT-GIVING NIGHT
BLACK WORM IN THE APPLE
BLACK FOGGY FUTURE
BLACK GIRLS THAT I’VE MET
BLACK AWAITING VULTURE
BLACK IDEA IN MY HEAD

BLACK … ALL IN BLACK

BLACK STAINED WINDOW
BLACK FOREST UPON
BLACK COFFIN WHER I GO
BLACK CANCER THAT TURNS ME ON

BLACK … ALL IN BLACK

Unhealthy feeling - inward bleeding
the cause is unknown - I’ve grown old

It could have been my invention - or just sort of speculation
I feel empty at home - so I wanna be blown

Blown away…
where the fierce river flows
Blown away…
to be drowned or stay alive
Blown away…
where to survive means to win
Blown away…
into the fierce river called life

CHARMAIN
WHAT ARE WE UP TO
CHARMAIN
IT MIGHT SOUND A BIT CRUEL
BUT THE WHITE PRESSURE GOES HIGH
SO WHY DON’T YOU CALL ME TONIGHT

CHARMAIN
WHILE YOU’RE EATING IN THE CANTEEN
CHARMAIN
MY FINGERS ARE TREMBLING
I JUST CANNOT ROLL A CIGARETTE, CHRIST
SO WHY DON’T YOU CALL ME TONIGHT

CHARMAIN
A **** IS AN ANIMAL
CHARMAIN
IT WANTS TO HAVE IT ALL
IT NEEDS A ****, ****, ****...
SO WHY DON’T YOU CALL ME TONIGHT

CHARMAIN
YOU’RE NINETEEN YEARS OLD
CHARMAIN
I’M GETTING BOLD AND OLD
BUT JUST ONE GLIMPSE OF YOUR BLACK EYE
AND I FEEL HIGH
SO WHY DON’T YOU CALL ME TONIGHT


THANKS FOR THE SMILES YOU GAVE ME
THANKS FOR THE EYES YOU HAVE
IT MADE ME FEEL AS IF YOU LIKED ME
IT MADE ME FEEL RELAXED

I ain’t understand
why a man is lazy
having a bath
having dreams

I ain’t understand
why this is right
and why the ****
that is wrong

******* mess is everywhere
jesus christ
what’s going on

I aint understand
my tearful eyes
when I lose something
I aint understand

and who understands
when I am angry
who takes only the precious things
could be God or maybe some *****
both come down here and
have a drink

Why don’t I appreciate the goodness of people?
In any time and in any mood…
I ain’t understand why I’m angry
There is no reason, it’s just need
I gotta go weeping gotta go howling
you go off it’ll be a high speed

But I understand why I go to crap
It feels good there is nothing better
I understand… sometimes there is nothing better
it’s all about satisfying your needs
Once you wanna ****, once you need to crap
Once you wanna talk up, once you need to eat

Look at the things you really need….
See the things you really need…