Counterpoint

LEMONIA / (F)LIP EDELTRAUD => AN EASTER TIME BALLADE

ATHENS
GOOD TUESDAY MORNING
10/4/2012

COUNTERPOINT

I stayed in this fucking creperie,
Until about five in the morning,
My brain's counterpoint was flairie,
So here I am again just drunk and yawning.

One after the other came the drinks,
That awful METAXA brand of brandy,
I read while my heart from pain shrinks,
Your latest sms into my handy.

I still cannot believe this thing you ask,
You want me to remain civilized!
Alright, baby, but it's a hard task,
To have my soul forever hypnotized.

Cause if you tell me how to react,
Only because I love you I'll obey,
But how can you disregard the fact,
That love exists only to win the day?

This fucking counterpoint of my thought,
To have you, but to let you free to go,
To try to be cool, while I'm hot,
To bury every summer in the snow.

I scream while I stagger to my home,
The more I scream the more I feel the pain,
I try to spit but from my mouth runs foam,
I try to puke, but it's only a blood stain.

I find my keys and manage to unlock,
My luggage and my confidence I gather,
I try to pretend it's a bad joke,
I say goodbye to my thoughtful mother.

Out on the main street I get a cub,
To take me, early still, to the bus station,
My guts cannot sustain such a stab,
My heart will not endure this devastation.

Slowly the Attic day will unfold,
Acropolis and Parthenon, sublime,
Greet me at this first light, stun and cold,
Not knowing what to do with my free time.