Monday, August 18, 2008

O! What a Night!

This poem samples lots from different places, I took a line from the movie A Clockwork Orange,"Oh it was Gorgeousness and Gorgeosity made flesh", I took a line from a song by The Unicorns "But.... it yet remains"(an AMAZING rock band, if you're into really raw sounding pop-punk, they're for you), and I took a song title from a Babyshambles song (another amazing band, they're a british-indie-pop-rock band fronted by Pete Doherty) "La Belle et las Bette" and changed it around a bit, "Il était la belle sans la bête" . But, this is all my original work, I just think it's fun to allude to things like that.


I used an online translator for the French in the very last stanza, if anyone knows French, it would be WONDERFUL if you could post a comment that just translates that phrase exactly, and then maybe you could post what the proper grammar of it would be in French. Thank you, because I honestly don't know ANY French, but for some reason I have a strong desire for those two lines to be in French.


Flames fill my throat
Pressure, my head
I don't feel it
But it has happened
I have crossed over
Another world,
Another time
Another place
A place I don't remember
But a place I have lived all my life.


Conversations are lost
To the winds of the warm afternoon
To the fog in my head
To the sense of vision
It has taken over my memory
Like a silent movie, short clips play
Over and over again in my mind
I don't remember them
They didn't happen to me
But they did happen to me

The lights dance before my eyes
One color contains all
They dance like bulls in china shops
Graceful, but without a purpose
It's better on the ground
It's always better on the ground

Flying through time and space
Something I don't remember
The silent film plays on loop
But I can not read lips
And these lips do not speak
We reach the end
I remember the end

A new time
A new place
And a new set of stars
to feast my eyes upon
The sirens close in
But the sirens I shove back
They reach the back of my mind
And there they are muffled
Everything is new, old and new.

I have seen it before
But it is new to me.

O! the beauty
Alas, the visions of my life had all been lies
All but this one whisper softly
Behind my back, horrible falsehoods
But this one, this vision
It yet remains.

Green sprouts, how does it grow?
Brown clumps, how did they die?

Then it all ceases
The questions are silent again
The beat of a drum is all that is left
The drums play like never before
O! It was gorgeousness and Gorgeosity made flesh
It was the beauty missing the beast
Il était la belle sans la bête
I don't want it to end
But it all ends too quickly

I remember the morning
The night is gone forever
Though, O! what a night it was
The voices lost to time
The visions scratched as film prints
Il est allé
Mais je me rappelled
O! How I remember

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