If All Ever Ended Here

HYPERDWARF

Some people called it a wonder of nature
and some “a talking head on a plate”
Others talked about a ball
or a friend that makes you feel ashamed

But there is one thing that I know:
This creature was not born for war

A NEW BEGINNING

Now that I have taken out of my life
people filthy and worthless
I have every right to feel strong
from a point of view

Now that I have vindicated
worthy people I’d mistreated,
now that I know what Sunday means
(a perfect day for a perfect friend)
I believe that I can rest
upon whatever laurels life has laid for me

And all the nights I stayed up for you
I have not forgotten
And all the nights I said, “There’s no tomorrow”
I do remember
And all the nights that I have slept by the phone
are as many as the nights I sleep on your bed

Life, undoubtedly, has laid some laurels for us,
but our beds were not properly made up
Upon trees of betrayal we were hang,
in forests of sin we caught fire
In my sleep I saw that I committed crimes,
that I was the reason for wars and earthquakes
I saw children washing their teachers’ feet with blood,
I saw angels having lost their god
I saw death playing on my balcony
What once united us will now divide you and me?

And recognizing that some things
were not said as they should be,
a new beginning is what we now have to seek for
with an only aim; eternal peace
Because what lies in our skulls is shouting
and as long as we’re wasting our days, our life fades away

THE MOST INTERESTING DEPRESSED MAN IN THE WORLD

Knowledge is needless
and useless are the books,
music is of non importance
and religion is a gap

No one from the ones around me
can give me any joy
and nothing anymore
can bring the smile on my lips

My life is death
and death is death
My soul’s a wound
that bleeds

With a little try
I could be
the most interesting depressed man in the world

CLOUDS

Yoko Ono had said:
“Peace wants war”
and war wants rain

That’s why I plant clouds in my garden
until I see a bright day
And until then I will be hiding...

Because Arleta* had said:
“Someday I’ll cover live Let It Be”

Oh, unfortunately...
The evil never dies
Oh, fortunately...
The evil one never dies

*Greek female new wave/art-folk singer-songwriter

WHY?

Why? Why? Why?
Your name in blue...
Why? Why? Why?
...and not even a sign
Why? Why? Why?
You have me waiting for an hour...
Why? Why? Why?
...and I’m in despair
Why? Why? Why?
My sleep can wait for you till morning
Why? Why? Why?
Only your mother’s consoling me
Why? Why? Why?
If I had her in front of me,
I would kill her...

YOUR KINDNESS

This year showed a lot
for you and for me

Your kindness has made me sick
This love has no meaning for me
Your kindness has made me sick
It crushed me down with all the others

Your kindness...

Your kindness has made me sick
My soul’s an animal bred to be slaughtered
Your kindness has made me sick
I am no longer special

Your kindness...

I’m sick and tired of your kindness
I never asked you for a love in general
I am disgusted by your kindness
I don’t want you to love me anymore
Time has spoken for us both

Your kindness…

ALL MY LITTLE WORDS

(Original lyrics by Stephin Merritt)

DEATH IN YOUR EYES

By killing pilots’ dreams
some feel no sign of remorse
And if you show them to us,
little castaway of life,
all together we shall fight
with our mind and our pen,
our keyboard
will praise only you;
you that mother earth has mistreated
and father God’s not taken into account
along with those who’ll taste his goods

Death in your eyes has stained me
and hardly will I feel such hatred again

Christopher Columbus,
if you only knew what you’d been discovering,
you would never have discovered it

NIGHTS WITHOUT YOU

My little nightmare, I missed you so
Never will I betray you,
because you mean everything to me
I once believed that I should be
happy that you’re not here anymore,
but I was wrong

So many months between us,
so many ships and trains,
so many seas and roads,
so many nights without you
Could die if I could only see you,
just to feel you and all I lose
you win it and I know it,
but when you’re not here I’m in pain

My little nightmare I need you so
My little nightmare I need you much
all these difficult days,
in these days that seasons die,
when ice melts and trees deny
to give rope to the traitor

I never believed that so much hate
can dwell within a human
and what is more within a girl
Now I am sorry, but it won’t be me
the one who will kick the chair
that’s underneath her feet

So many months between us,
so many ships and trains,
so many dreams and nightmares,
so many nights without you
Could die if I could only see you,
just to feel you and all I lose
you win it and I know it,
but when you’re not here I’m in pain

My little nightmare I loved you so
I will never betray you again
’cause you’re everything I have

IF YOU THINK YOU WERE MISTREATED

Suffering has served me well
and the worst man in the world
appeared in my way
faithful like Judas,
big as a day
in the chaos of the descending century

I did not judge things right (for the second time)
I did not give the proper value to the sizes
Elsewhere existed the love that forgives everything,
but I left her crying and waiting,
punishing as deserved, leaving, but staying

If you think you were mistreated
by a dark summer
that did not respect people you loved and are gone,
that did not shut up not for a single moment
this mouth that doesn’t know how to speak,
I am the one who’ll vindicate you,
’cause loneliness may betray you,
but my love will always be here

Suffering has served us well
and the worst man in the world
appeared in our way
But never again

HERE LIVES SIN

When we betrayed the same bed for the first time,
your body was hot and your hair was wet
My whole world was a single room
and my list an endless chaos after you

Your remorse was on the light
and mine was scattered on the floor
and Curtains defined love
as it was never defined before

“Here lives sin”, you told me later
“Here also lives paradise”, I told you

DON'T ASK ME

Don’t ask me if you are to blame
for my life that’s gone astray
and if you are the reason
why I no longer live like a human being
Don’t ask me why my eyes
are all red and aching,
why I didn’t sleep all night
and I was late again for work,
why I lie in bed by 10
and I don’t sleep before 4 am
With a mixture of tranquilizers
and Triantafyllopoulos*
I struggle every night
to bring sandman in my bed
with millions of nightmares
that eat up my stomach,
that fuck my skull,
that kill my soul
And in the morning the milk I drink
has the smell and taste of death
and at noon the food I eat
is as bitter as poison
I want to get in a washing machine
and whirl along with the laundry,
to spin and spin,
to disappear and fade away,
to spin and spin,
to spin until I fade away,
to spin and spin,
to be cut into pieces, to kill myself...

* popular Greek reporter - late-night TV talk-show presenter

WHEN THE CORRIDOR SWALLOWS MY TOYS

What would I be without you, my beloved ones?
How could I sleep without you in my mind?
How could I make it through the night without your love
around my head and in my stomach?

No love or affection
does your embrace or kiss give me
What other home could cure my illness
and what other washing machine could wash my clothes?

You made my first bed,
to you belongs my every laugh and tear

When the corridor swallows my toys,
there’ll be no friend to tell me that he loves me
And when the wind swallows my canaries,
there’ll be no enemy to tell me that he hates me

It will be you in an eternal sacrifice,
in a torment with courage, courage, courage

And if your hair recedes because of me,
and if your skulls are filled with endless troubles
I’ve done mistakes and I know it (forgive me!)
and when you ache for my mistakes,
I suffer more

How can I stand you leaving, my beloved ones?
And if I leave first, how will you stand it?

A STRUGGLE THAT IS OVER (IS NOT A STRUGGLE)

A winter gone is not a winter
Rain that has dried is not rain
A struggle that is over is not a struggle
A grown up child is not a child

I am not a child...