Kochanie from Dybbuk by Buffo's Wake

Kochanie
This hunger, this hunger at best is only starving
But at worst, just like a thirst its slurping every thought in my day
Both under and overwhelming and all consuming
This itch just will not quit until the devil is getting his way

Then creeps in the fear and guilt like shadows dancing round nightfall
Never aging like a fine wine, I’m just getting sentimental
A million sinking different nightmares and each one is existential
Still I wont let it go

When it rains they’re gonna make the cold blood warm
With forked tongues flicking at the eye of the curdling storm
The lights are dim but nevertheless turned on but nobody is home
It doesn’t take a hundred Hawkins and an Einstein to see
A wretched and decrepit dirty little glitch like me
Hides inside the lies and lives behind the shattered dreams and violent fantasies

Kochanie – its probably nothing, but its possibly something

This fire, this fire conspires to only burn me
I’m conflicted and addicted to crusty clicks in a neglected old rooms
Tails I’m still tired, heads I’m still being haunted
Either way half of this day is over before the charade resumed

Loves a marathon not a sprint but I run to things that come to me easy
Not leave me, leave me, leave me out of breath
I’ll pretend they’ll never offend or condescend, challenge or judge or betray me
Oh what a pretty little death

When it rains they’re gonna make the cold blood warm
With forked tongues flicking at the eye of the curdling storm
The lights are dim but nevertheless turned on but nobody is home
It wouldn’t take a couple of Kafkas or a Dali to know
That I’m a sycophant on crutches till I crawl to bed a cockroach
With exoskeleton and pheromones in toe, and then we’re good to go

Kochanie – its probably nothing, but its possibly something

When it rains they’re gonna make the cold blood warm
With forked tongues flicking at the eye of the curdling storm
The lights are dim but nevertheless turned on but nobody is home
Hallows and Holiday could never deny
The more your lying through your teeth, the less you look your loves in the eye
She sees the range of the ugly truths behind the beautiful lies
Kochanie – its probably nothing, but its possibly something

• Progressive World Folk
• Punk
• dark cabaret
• folk punk
• gypsy
• gypsy metal
• gypsy punk
• klezmer
• klezmer punk
• ska punk
• world folk
• Brighton