Le roi est mort

by willibald

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1.
04:07
For a swim in the sea of daring Ripples tickle my neck The chains got loose, jumped from the rock Wouldn‘t wait to be saved But they said a single body like mine Would end up moldering On those sludgy shores Such a little thing would perish and rot And I memorized all of those old melodies And I‘m shaking in endless sympathy Every night Andromeda Tells me again and again The same old tales And upside-down Cassiopeia Knows how it feels To venture a guess But still has no regrets And I memorized all of those old melodies And I‘m shaking in endless sympathy Under the star-studded sky Sometimes they cross my mind The warranty, the cradle, the pans, The certificate, the walls, the lawn, But as I‘m floating now In those splashy arms I swell and I dissolve And it pleases me
2.
Always hoping for happy endings Then questions start sneaking up The poet knows how it goes In the evening the sun is leaving Nothing new about this story With the dawn she'll return in her old glory Sometimes Sometimes dreams Sometimes dreams are such lonely spots Always dreaming of perfection But exposure slowly scrapes off your skin Bleached teeth and sun-tanned cheeks Late at night the smile is fading Nothing new about this story In the dawn everything will be restored Sometimes Sometimes dreams Sometimes dreams are such lonely spots And the streets all screamed Washing down all the worries Lining up, lining up, Hurry up, hurry up now
3.
There is nothing to get here Only fog and side alleys Mountains of pigeons and shit filled lairs The tentacles start lurching Suckling on your synapses Like old dukes on wartime stories There is nothing to get here Only mire and wastewater Corroded thoughts drifting away You still haven't given up A weary mobster slinging his gun In a no-nonsense manner Fabricating the world Underneath the world There is nothing to get here Only dust and dried saliva Stomach ache, phantom limb You just remember tiny strips Technicolor painted scenes This is where you’ve come to It’s the soothing kindness of a ritual It’s the well-known quiet of a hide-out It’s the numbing warmth of your mother’s womb It’s the numbing warmth of your mother’s womb! Fabricating the world Underneath the world He was decayed vegetable left in the fridge He was forgotten trash behind the cellar door He was a throbbing heart He was an oxidised can beside the bedside table It was just too much to process It was just too much to process
4.
Touch The untouched Will be touched Will be touched Bumpy roads Run-down fronts Gimme the rough Makes me feel free Spread and grow Catch the glow Random people Standing in my frame Scratch the map Scratch the map! Touch The untouched Will be touched Will be touched Pure identities Unspoilt imagery Take me where I can be real So we built the stands To watch the wild Just found holograms Of what we left home Scratch the map Scratch the map!
5.
They told me there‘s a rotten part inside my flesh They need to cut it out, so I could keep on breathing So they excised it and threw it away With old kidneys into rivers to flourish near the fish And I‘m wondering now If this is how I feel I‘m wondering now, If this is how I should feel They gave me all kinds of potions to make sure My blood would keep on rushing But now there‘s a war going on in my veins Sometimes I hear the sounds of exploding grenades And I‘m wondering now If this is how I feel I‘m wondering now, If this is how I should feel Now I gaze at the wall, enumerate my fears But they seem oddly strange to me Once someone told me about the collapsing atmosphere And I did wonder how this would feel like And I‘m wondering now If this is how I feel I‘m wondering now, If this is how I should feel
6.
It was yesterday It was hard I mean you can not even imagine It was: cable tangle It was: paper maze But I’m over it now And I’m over it now I am over it now I am over it now! So glad to be done with It was a mess It was a mess I mean: the stacks of papers they just kept piling up And I kept shrinking And I kept shrinking I was goo, oozing down the walls But I am over it now And I am over it now And I am over it now And I am over it now! So glad to be done with All the clutter All this clutter I told you: “I am not suited for this” You should know: “I am not suited for it” But look, I cleaned it up! And didn’t I tell you that I drink a lot less these days? And I’m over it now And I’m over it now And I’m over it now I am over it now! So glad to be done with
7.
On the sill the flower‘s made of silk Haughtily mocking the sinking flakes Behind the pane the mountains rest Ready to be captured by a lense In the evening glances are thrown Waiters serve desserts for lonely lips While the one man show softly sings Que sera (sera) – whatever will be I can smell, I can smell Paradise is someplace else And I think i‘m gonna take myself Away from here We celebrate the sun While bodies pretend to be alright But secretly pleasure is found Solitary in tiny rest rooms Trying to articulate and to Unfold the air in between us But while you’re so close I’m lost Somewhere in the distance I can smell, I can smell Paradise is someplace else And I think i‘m gonna take myself Away from here
8.
05:39
Oh, sugar I will throw my body into your arms Oh, sugar To merge until we decompose Please, don‘t call me tonight Because tomorrow is on its way Please, call me tonight And I‘ll be your foolish lover Oh sugar My head is sticking to the ground I need more and more and more Until I'm nothing Please, don‘t call me tonight Because tomorrow is on its way Please, call me tonight And I‘ll be your foolish lover

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released March 13, 2020

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willibald Bern, Switzerland

willibald's sound is a maelstrom of riot and love. You fall infinitely into the dark just to discover cheerful colour on the bottom of the well. Again and again. A whirl where you encounter infectious groove mixed with nervous noise. Sometimes it's directly lifted from the horrors of life, sometimes soothing and warm. Until the next noise erupts. ... more

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