Orthodoxy Of Love

LEMONIA (F)LEAP EDELTRAUD => BIG SOUTH WEATHER no.3 => RENAULT MEGANE

CAFÉ BOCCA
SATURDAY
16/3/2013

ORTHODOXY OF LOVE

I came again to town,
Riding my old Megane,
Just to enjoy the frown,
The clouds make with the sun.

I heard the engine growling,
As I was trying to park,
You'll hear my soul howling,
Some night in the dark.

The sun comes out, it's shinning,
South weather still persists,
This world my heart is defining,
By clinching both my fists.

My old Megane is dying,
I don't know how I feel,
This truth, when said, seems lying,
Hard shinning, killing steel.

The sun again is hiding,
The rain follows soon,
Bringing the same old tiding,
By singing some new tune.

I wish you never feel it,
The death of an old car,
To have a love and kill it,
There's whiskey in the jar!

This act that I'm describing,
Already you have done,
To my love tales subscribing,
You're bound to be my fan.

Car rentals I am calling,
Watching the blue-white foam,
Neither can I go strolling,
Nor can I get back home.

Remember situations,
Like this four years ago?
Through all those tribulations,
Our love was on the go.

I kept you warm and smiling,
Away from life's troubles,
Old numbers now I'm dialing,
My life is in samples.

Reiner is replying,
A Fiat for three days,
He is again supplying,
My love will find its ways.

Big Carnival tomorrow,
And then begins the Lent,
I'll hide all my sorrow,
I'll pay the car rent.

For you I will be lenting,
Orthodoxy of love,
This car I will be renting,
Once more with you to rove.

My memories will take me,
Again to where we've been,
My darling, don't forsake me,
Love me through thick and thin.

Your words I am repeating,
The same things I ask,
I am a little cheating,
Hiding from you in the dusk.

Carnival and tradition,
Loneliness and defeat,
Your soul's precondition,
Arrogant fucking shit!

In arrogance you reason,
In hatred you reply,
Your every festive season,
I wish will pass you by.

And leave you as you leave me:
A hopeless afternoon.
And give you what you give me:
A sad and haunting tune.

My Edeltraud, I love you,
How desperate is this?
Now that I don't know you,
Tell me your secret wish.

Let us be outspoken,
My horny hot bed mate,
And by the same token,
Wish me the same fate.

Already I am humming,
And trying to learn my tune,
To you I will be coming,
But to your love immune.

I wish you cheerful evening,
And happy week end,
Forgive me my misgiving,
Let's see how goes this Lent.