Don't Murder Me Rachel

Eu, Voce...nao existe nada mais...mais que eu fico por voce, esta noite, como tudas as noites,
Stasera canterò per te...un canzone di la lotta.. la lotta tra la vita dopo la morte.
Do I exist...barely even in my dreams, I drown, I drown, I drown, I drown,
I sit by a Maiden picking flowers by the stream, I hear her name, Ophelia, where are you?
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!", my stomach curls, the paranoia creeps again.

Spit, vomit, clasp your throat, love me, love you, this burning sensation,
No please, please don't let this life slip from the weak grasps of my tired bones, my tired hands,
Bent knees, cold marble, hands sink into teeth, rot, rot, fucking rot,
Exactamente eran las 7:00 pm, era el hospital en donde nací...
No lloré, no lo hice: Me ahogaba. La muerte dió su cara en ese momento.
It feels good to know I'm dying, little, little, les pleurs dus à la souffrance psychologique, que, que?

"Alice, it's just a danse macabre what we're playing...can't you see your swollen teardroped eyes?"
"Why dont you run into the labyrinth and play our little game, feast on white rabbit and smile, smiling..."
Mommy, I'm afraid of the dark....don't leave me alone mommy, please don't, don't leave me ever.
Sing your despairs into my pretty face, tell me you care or tell him to weep.

I cling to your colourful butterfly wings, women oh so beautiful...so wrong, between the scissor cutting and blood and fucking endless despair. My favourite painter painted my face, it shrivelled in an instance and burnt at the stake. Ravaged, insulted...I feel hate against to what I am, I am a man...I paint illusion and lies, a useless man that doesn't deserve this venomous kiss. Who are you to say I can't ring the doorbell, press it! Press it before it ends. "I, I will, I will not, see: I gave up".

FIN

FIN? but what about this hollowness, it never gets filled...what can I do to run away from it?

Awareness to a disorder they judge, who understands what happens but me....

I cut myself for attention, I destroy myself for attention, I hung myself for attention, I point a gun at my head for attention: This Joke Isn't Funny Anymore. It's an addiction, it's a habit, it's pleasure.... it's happiness...

"Darkness still haunts me, but do you know what I really need?"
"No, know can hear what I need, no one...one...zero"
"I need a hug, is it that hard to ask?"
"Yes"
"Tell me your problems, I'm the doctor, you're the patient...Now, why is this so hard? Is it an issue? What's going on inside that broken heart?"
"You won't understand, can't read my mind, so why bother with the syringe and comfort"
"I can't read women's minds...but I can know how it feels. Do you consider me an intruder?"
"Yes. An intruder washed out in the rain"

Writen by Anna Parker and Federico Nieto

The Fear in my Enemy's Eyes

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sweep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
Once you go there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People could not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

Hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world...

F.E.D

Open Up Newspaper.

Burn me,
Starve me,
Tick tick tick.
Media Media
Never Contradict.


AP

I'm Hungry

Next in line,
To feast on his brain.
Next in line,
to taste,
caress,
swallow.
Yum.

AP

Automaton 22 in the Shade of M

JAWBOX - SAVORY


-.(Automaton) 22 in the Shade of M .-
This is the bile you write me,
These are the worms, befriended,
Make it better for me?
Make it worse maybe?
Discordant poem or words,
I don’t give a fuck,
Uglyness is disguise,
Or ugliness in disguise?
Destroy me with the arts,
Destroy me with the music,
Write me a letter at the bottom of the sea,
Tell me you hate me,
I tell you I murder thee,
For all the vomit you shed,
On me and on them,
On the friends of nonfriends.

Listen to this screeching noise,
And realize the sardonic syntax,
And ask, “is this inside?”
Or “is this outside?”
It is none,
And you know,
It is blind,
On this maniacal compression,
No words of this nature,
Give you my hate,
As this way is the best,
The best in the way it is best.

Master of all charms,
Kneel upon the greatness,
That I will lick the shoes,
I will destroy my sanity,
For this divinity,
And it doesn’t belong to me,
But it burns in the inside and it kills,
And it destroys this insanity,
And crushes me with the name,
With the name which is M,
M the vampire,
M the killer,
M the buffoon,
Sat and laughed on the noon,
Sixteen candles are blown,
17 are crushed,
To this day,
Were M lies on his tomb.

Poem (?) dedicated to Manuel Quintero and his friends (wherever you are) written by F.E.D

HA.

Poison, poison,
Porcelain and despair.
Little rabbit came running,
then trampled on a chair.


AP

Electronical Machine Cut F-45

- Electronical Machine Cut F-45 -
Esta la pesadilla,
Primera,
De la angularidad, dentro de la latitud,
Segunda,
De torrentes inundados de palabras,
Tercera
Con respuesta, sin ecuación
Primera,
Esta es la pesadilla.
Cuarta
Llámale a esto ¿amor?
Quinta
Te pregunto, te formulo
Sixta
Con vidrio atascado en mi garganta
Séptima
Me ahogue dentro de mis sueños
Octava
Hoy. Y. Calcúlalo mal, una vez más
Novena
Y no existe nada en la progresion binomica
Decima

FUGAZI - DO YOU LIKE ME


BY F.E.D

She thinks she missed the train to Mars...

HUM - STARS


She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.

She's not at work, she's not at school,
she's not in bed, I think I finally broke her.
I bring her home everything I want, and nothing that she needs.

I thought she'd be there holding daisies, she always waits for me.
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.

I found her out back sitting naked looking up and looking dead.
A crumpled yellow piece of paper, with seven nines and tens.

I thought she'd be there holding daisies, she always waits for me.
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.

I thought you'd be there holding daisies, you always wait for me.
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.

"I missed the train to Mars...was she holding daisies?"
F.E.D

No.

Eruption of tension
tiresome,
and night.
She stranded away
out,
alone
and from sight.


AP

Abandon

-Abandon-
Abandon, leave me upstairs,
On the forgettable table,
On top of the ebony wood,
Abandon me, erase me again,
We don’t need to hear,
We don’t need to touch,
We don’t need to play the charade.
Just leave me insane,
Leave me alone,
In my darkness…my righteous despair,
Disattend this disaffected S.O.S,
This cry drowning in this endless sea,
A sea of lost time,
Of lost echoes,
Never to be heard again.
(Writting by F.E.D)

The Sound - I Can't Escape Myself


Posted by F.E.D

Sex

Exhausted and bewildered,
She'd stab his throat,
and feast his blood,
Until he breathes her air.

Rolling Down the Carpet (I'm Laughing)

I’m rolling down the carpet,
It’s all insane down her,
Excepting this elfish fang,
Between an empty shack,
Blissss. Blisss,
Whisper my ear,
Not to blame I see your face,
But what’s this?
But an olkland fowl,
Betray! BETRAY!
Me this and the weapon,
Humans, it’s all we are,
All we lay upon,
All we fly upon,
All we eat and drink upon,
Nothing but insanity,
Elementary…debris.
Read, read again,
Won’t you find this place,
For ever and ever,
You will know this answer,
Figure it, gone and now,
Sleep…mine, door.
Hahahahahahahahahahaha,
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!
H-A-H-A-H-A-H-A-H-A,
It's the end of this joke!

Posted by F.E.D

6 sixty six

Day six.
Starve,
Thirst,
Heroine bliss.

AP

Global

Suck in the air,
Our pesticide
Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Tomorrow.

AP

CABLES!

BIG BLACK - CABLES


Well, I don't know why we come here
Guess I just needed the bang
We walk in the beef, and then we pull on the rope
And then the, then the hammer comes down
CABLES!
CABLES!
CABLES!
So I guess they know
I'm not no company man
But I can pull on a rope, I can kill a cow
Fast as any other FUCKER CAN!
CABLES!
CABLES!
CABLES!

Posted by F.E.D

Fleas!

"To the fleas!" She commanded,
Dissecting on a corpse
"To the mice!"
"To the crows!"
To death shall she endorse!

AP

Fractured

These eyes, those eyes transforming my will into a furious torment,
Burning, tempting, chilling marrows,
The words resonate on my head, in circles, a tingling echo...
The sensation of repulsion seeped onto her
Onto him, and onto me.

The vain nature in her smile,
The complex of narcissus carbon copied on my tears,
Expansions of dreams that serenade in the sky,
She asked how she wondered and how would she die,
"Would she do it?", wondered an absent ghost walking through the winter and the drowing sea of faces...the beast fed on his insides...
She gazed down at hell, grinning at the devils eyes,
While he contemplated suicide, breathing on his neck,
Laughter ceased and children burnt, it was now his lovers turn.
"Will he drink the posionous vermin of her flesh?"...the lover tired in eyes that rained through the moon and sun seeked a final rest.

Strings and strings of starstruck haters, what will come from HIS creators?
Widowed Corpses danced through the lines as pulsating vessels sneered with lies,
The night stroke her shinning head while she layed forever with the stars...
While the poet crushed his hand, swaying forth and back.
Dry lips and the bitter taste, of the stabbing words all left unsaid...

Written by AP and F.E.D

Affairs

In winter a dead man weeps,
Clutching onto his prey.
His barricade pierces through
His fiancée's wedding day

AP

One

One past three
A child mourns
For mothers loss
Dead bodies, adorn

AP

I feel old, I feel cold...

Sometimes I think our own words aren't enough to explain...

WIRE - HEARTBEAT



Posted by F.E.D on an uninspiring day like today.

Di. Men. Sions.

Dimensions of black spins and swirls,
I am drawn into a world
of no earth or stones.


AP

Escalofríos (Shivers)

- Escalofríos -
Escalofríos…lo que siento,
Busco.
No lo encuentro.
Son las palabras enredadas,
Manejadas, cambiadas, transformadas,
Amargas y amargadas, Insulsas, sin calor,
Las que me estrangulan, las que me asfixian
Las que se cruzan en mis ojos,
Y las que golpean sin merced,
Con lujuria, ansía y sequedad,
Mi vacío corazón.

Las razones no las veo,
Pero de lo que me acuerdo:
En las mañanas yo te siento,
Te veo y te recuerdo.
Cuando me infectas con tu odio,
La belleza que te aclaro y te confirmo:
“No es mía…”.
Quizá no me pertenece,
¿Quizá no me pertenece?
Aquello no lo reconozco,
O lo reconozco evitando los torrentes de palabras…
Que se revolotean como mariposas en mi boca,
Y que me queman los labios con deseo,
Deseo, deseo…deseo evitarlo…no lo quiero,
Pero…no…no resisto a mi castigo.

No resisto al esmeralda de tus ojos,
Me deja vacío, me enferma poco a poco,
Se enreda por mi cuello,
Y me asfixia suavemente,
Como víbora maldita,
Hermosa y colorida,
Intoxicante, asesina y despiadada,
Esperando, esperando,
Aquel momento tan confuso,
Bajo llave, no aclarado,
Para darme su mordida.

By F.E.D (C) 2008

She

Entwined and cascaded,

A carousel spins

She gazes at the sky

Wanting,

Craving,

To die.

Her expressionless face cringes at thoughts

Protruding,

Explosions,

Emotions,

Lost.

She drowns in a river of black ink and gold

Words,

Words,

words,

Always and ever untold.

AP

Fifteen, 000.

15,000 people.
15 words.
Freely growing.
Contentious birds.

15,000 people.
15 words.
100 voices.
1 heard.

AP

It...

It’s around now nine,
Can’t get around the hole of my mind,
My despair like a gray cloth,
My red eyes tired of myself.
The gray days, the gray houses, the gray prison,
An unspeakable desire to put an end to this life.

I’m washed out by the rain, the cold asphalt hitting my face,
Horror and nightmare in visions,
Oh! What will they say?!
How will the act? What will I hear?
Poison of their tongues on my tongue,
The bitter taste of death and the plague,
Visions of my horrid face looking out the window,
Where everything is dead,
The loved ones are buried,
The angst and the hunger,
Destroying my body.

The flower that bloomed…
So ugly, so pale…just a corpse in my garden,
And my scarred body shivers in the cold of my winter,
Surviving a torture, a damnation, a curse,
My vision blurred by the gray,
The crystalline tears run through my face,
Asking myself, “When will it end?”.

By F.E.D, (C)2008