Silverlief

'Where have you been?' I can't think of an immediate reply and I decide to down my scotch first. The amber liquid travels pleasantly down my throat, but now I've run out of excuses to keep him waiting for an answer. 'To the theatre,' I seem to say, 'with some friends.' He gives me an odd look, but says nothing and sits down. He grabs a magazine and calmly flips its pages, but I'm already preparing myself for the Big Fuss. I can see where this is going. 'Well, you must've found some new people to oppress, then,' he starts. ''Cos all of your old subjects rang like mad to find out where the hell you'd gone.' 'For fuck's sake, don't give me

Thank God, I live another Monday after spending Sunday with my black-eyed friend. And I think you know And I think you know I didn't ask him to hang around with me I just want him to be around Thank you, for finding all the answers hope you don't mind if I steal them all And I think you know And I think you know I asked for happiness and peace All I got was misery and disease. Thank them, for finally talking to me when I feel down and really need a friend. And I think you know And I think you know They don't want to listen to me, oh no They just want someone else to be the fool. Thank God, the seven days have passed another

En de zon verdween, en de wolken weenden, troebele tranen van verdriet. En de wind met al zijn ontzichtbare kracht, weerhield haar niet, die ene macht, de Wereld, eens in eenzame pracht. Want zij is moe van alle Tijd, en keert zich om te slapen. Voorgoed. --------------------------------------- And the sun lay hidden, and the clouds were weeping, turbid tears of rooted grief. And the mighty wind with all his strength, could not restrain her, the force almight, the World, once unnamably bright. For she is tired of every Age and turns herself to rest. For good.