Longhare - Balthazaar V, The Dreaming Machine

Earthquakes boiling underneath our feet for centuries
(Great) waves echo their message to distant shores
If you go through the desert to find sacks filled with gold
Then stop by old Stanton's grave, see for yourself
There ain't nothing there

For those left in the cities slow pain will act as poetry
Old men jerking cocks, adolescent brides with promiscuous eyes
Cream cheese in deep freeze, caskets ripen with venereal disease
Whip the cream, whip the silence of the newborn's skin
Or gently brush the hairs of a horse

Marry in the church of concrete eternity
Say yes and after a few days file for a no
To them city clerks, the unicorn champions, medals, rewards
Small mind brews it's tea from bones
Mixed to dust with teeth and stones
With teeth and stones

Last night I spoke to the spirit of the great bear
He told me how the wolves came down from the mountains
Their feet were wrapped in sheep's wool
And I thought, paper napkins, plastic plates with rich dishes
A cold desert or a peaked wine

Quench thy thirst in all but simple yearning, said he
Make the offer of the Earth and the sky
The soft tuning forks of God, whispers don't carry names
Fish catches mosquitoes, dragons eat men

Say yes, or say no, tangled in silk
Threads of the truth you never will know
I command the dream, I am your dream...

Written by:
Mateo Gojević

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