145# | Bad Day

 Clinging on the edge of own hippocrytes,

can't find a cloak that would really fit,

in center of the spiral you're stand still,

and you feel on your spine the freezing chill.

Your past is snapping up your heels,

you future is drowning underneath,

stacks of books they all have seals,

of broken dreams and a wreath,

on the top to mourn the hatered,

that you later did regret.

And days like these when sun won't shine,

when lovers in the streets won't rhyme,

when your smile is bitter as a lime,

when you almost feel the time,

you are defenceless,

feel usless,

and demons that waited and danced round your skull,

penetrate your armor and puncturize your hull,

and feast on flesh of your growing fear,

that you started to disappear.

144# | Cadillac

 With a blink of eye you find yourself dry,

no more they sprinkle the water-you die,

from where the end seems in the horizon,

there are no more free shelves to put lies on,

and from the innocence of one bad day,

you get involved in one last play,

where you will lose no matter what,

place a round black killer dot.

Whose fault was that it happend quick,

only thinking makes me sick,

that week ago we had it all,

and now you will not ever call,

again?

My friend.

I knew it from the very start,

that it looks like youre going hard,

down to ground with no ones help,

cause you thought that shes a whelp.

Roller coaster was it then,

from down below to skyreach when,

it was going round again,

never to see the true end.

143# | Not like I do care

Tak nějak málo tančím

Kryštof

Standard tuning (EADGBe)

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142# | Přístup Povolen

Duhy z kompaktních disků,

přes duny pouštních písků,

být majákem co svítí celý den.

Když pálí tě vzpomínky kopřiv,

jako svědomí milenců po při,

tak odpouštíš jako studí led.

Když prší tak máš svůj deštník,

zklamaný inspirací básník,

nenašel v kapkách inkoust ani brk.

Ale pro ten prázdný rybník,

dnes nestačí ti cedník,

tak starým zvykům se ty pse jen uč.

A i když listí opadá a slunce pořád zapadá,

sněhuláci vzdají hold a řekám dají všechen žold,

cesty prašné rozbité a sklenky vína vylité,

odráží tvůj pohled domy rybí tekuté...

Vím že když sním že tě bdím,

tak neoddávám se jen touhám bláhovým,

bludům radši svoji duši dám,

nežli slyšet ticho světa sám.

141# | Swan

Unknown russians on the ICQ,

leaving hope without a clue,

being there two minutes late,

fills you with despair and hate,

without the strings you wanted,

with moods and thoughts you don't,

by light your eyes are haunted,

as you try to breathe,

free again after all these years,

nothing can pierce though your ears,

dying under unknown fears,

for noone cares and noone leers. (again?)