Azar Baksh – Love-story
8.04.’06
Love-story
And love, again, has taken its toll
Long before you’re aging, you are old
You thought you’d enter the party, life, all would now be starting
Your love would be different, your love would be real
But you fall on the ground and you crawl like a worm
And you still try to smile before the next turn
Love was searching for your Soul, Its flower to unfold
You would not bow though for Its Law, not Surrender in Awe
But used Its Power for your little self, well, at least you tried
Not Being Humbled on your knees to fight the Holy Fight,
The War of Man and Woman, you thought you knew it better
And now you’re crawling on the floor, this is your daily exercise
It doesn’t seem to help though, still you’re getting fatter
And besides, what’s more, you do not even know you’re swarming
Like a worm, burning, in the Sun, for Love
Only Love, the One, Its Heat, can Make you See
But you sneak back under your stone, your haven
You sense it’s safer in the Dark, doesn’t seem so heavy
From there you feel at ease to blame, to shit, dictate
To scream that it’s the other ones who hate, manipulate
You’re so exhausted trying to love by your command
But cannot feel, cannot stop, must hold on to your lonely stance
To shoot your holy shit till the enemy surrenders
Finally submits to your will, to yóur happy ending
So you resigned the Fight and fought on your own
Used for this your lovers, thoughts, all you seemed to own
You’re locked in good intentions, that no one seems to honour
You’re trying to communicate, as a form to veil your hate
Trying to explain to all, the danger’s somewhere else
The killing started long ago but still you manage to suppress
In the name of Love, you’re paid, to murder: Love
Sure, there are moments of regret, panic or reflection
But you don’t have any Clue, at all where to commence
The Truth and Its Companion Love, they’re too far, too Immense
The bastards do not grant you any hold, bluntly refuse to yield to you
Even if in your concealed despair you lowered yourself to pray
So gallantly you must go on, crawling, colouring the mud
Respecting every soul as long as their Light’s not getting not too strong
If so you do your job and try to blind them, these unfaithful, sordid sinners
And hallelujah! you succeed, you almost manage to believe
You’re doing good, your sacrifice does help the world and all
You only had to redefine the Truth and Its Companion
The law, the movies that you saw, the books you’ve read, the dailies
All and everyone granted you your feeling that the Lie is genuine
Even the bottle is cooperating, yes you really love your bailey
You got it now, you have the trick, how to function in the system
How to make it till the end, with not too many blisters
And you shóut to everyone and all for you can’t speak normal anymore
That bitterness is wrong, and love is beautiful and holy
One should fight, never yield, for everything solutions can be found
If you just go on and on and do not feel, all your troubles will be gone
Just like that, a little miracle – and is it warm on a dead volcano?
And Love, again, has taken its toll, long before you’re aging you were old
Your Heart overgrown with mould and Your Story… will never, never be Told
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