Mingle Jingle
2005
Thoughts intermingle while my itching legs hurt
you should have seen me in my sweaty shirt
hours of noise now seem to make sense
ive never felt anything so intense
little means nothing, or does it mean a lot?
And yes I noticed the glances you shot
When I danced like a dervish, screamed like a witch
but I could not believe that needles really itch
And apart from your damage done, Im aswell on fire
and my fastin black lungs cant stop me from getting higher
Rain of mean words in bed, between sheets
I better should have told you that my heart still bleeds
If you could see the widow in me, that tosses and turns
and the fire in my chest that for you always burns
Noise is art, keeping poise hard, Im lost in ether spheres
I sing this mingle jingle for a better world without tears
