Away

Everything is calm
Serene
Outside of our breathing

In the distance
Away from us
The ocean kisses the shore

The Sot-Weed Factor

Condemned by fate to wayward curse,
Of friends unkind, and empty purse:
Plagues worse than filled Pandora's Box,
I took my leave of Albion's Rocks:
With heavy heart, concerned that I
Was forced my native soil to fly.
And the Old World must bid goodbye.

Letanía de la isla desencantada

Renuncio al sol y al mar y a todo lo que canta:
te devuelvo tu encanto tus sirenas y tus ilusiones
mi barco ya no naufragará en tu isla
sin playa rodeada de rocas serradas y promesa falsa.

Slap My Balls

Slap my balls
Paint them on those walls
They are pink, but no stink
Same color as my...
Maybe a little shrink
Slap my balls