Lives Journal 3

Matej Krajnc

 

THE COLD NEIGHBORHOOD

 

HUMBUG

 

Delays are rare

And I'm awake

What shall I do

For heaven's sake

 

There's no one here

So there's a crowd

Don't call my name

For cryin' out loud

 

Who breaks the law

When love goes by

Who's left to kill

Or satisfy

 

This valentine

Does me no good

It's cold out in

This neighborhood

 

Delays are rare

And I'm awake

What shall I do

For heaven's sake

 

Who breaks the law

When love goes by

Who's left to kill

Or satisfy

 

 

 

TOY BALOONS

 

I don't buy toy baloons for kicks

I don't sell dead men's plaids

I wonder why the streets are packed

If those men are really dead

 

I never flew over cuckoo's nest

There's nothing much to see

In widow's eyes and pauper's coat

Of fraud and jealousy

 

You courted me, I courted you

But we've never even met

At least not on the pages that

Still never had been read

 

I don't buy toy baloons for kicks

I toss them up like coins

And this cute smile that autumn wears

Did not come from my loins

 

 

 

RADIO

 

The radio says

There's no use to fret

But I know better

I'll shiver instead

It feels so good

To feel annoyed

While I'm breaking the news

To my Pretty boy Floyd

 

All the waitresses lie

They lie and they cheat

They serve us coffee

They call us hypocrites

But of their secret lives

Nobody's aware

Even if we were

What the hell do we care

 

The radio says

Everything's fine

The fat spo-dee-o-dees

Are drinkin' their wine

The slimmer coquettes

Are dying of thirst

And newspapers are

Prepared for the worst

 

 

 

Version in English language by Matej Krajnc

 

 

 

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