Procrastination

Hey, while I was not reading Thucydides (who is great, by the way, my attention span is just a shriveled useless whore) I took down the lyrics of a song I rather like. It's Pork Goulash, a translation of a Czech song, which Jason Webley did. After an hour of work (okay, a selective shriveled useless whore) I have acheived what I believe are approximately the basic lyrics. He changes your to this or feeling to feel me and all sorts of randomness depending on the show. This song was on one of his limited edition CDs, so I pieced it together from Youtube. Someday I'll get off my ass and download an official version.
The song...

Pork Goulash

Breathing

Here we lie perpendicular breathing

Our breath gives off steam

I trace shapes on the hand behind

Teasing

Punish me once again, tease me

These moments when anger has overthrown reason

Patterns which make our skin

Crawl

Seizures, pleasures, pressure, future, closeness

now we must try to find our way

Throught the nearest open way

Out

And oh.

Your voice, at night, I feel it sets through the air above me

Giant laughter, hung there, sweetly, like a star

Shines in our eyes

Speaking, all you want, there it’s yours

Speaking

Jesus what have you done, love is not pork goulash,

Feeling

My breath and pulse why the rush?

Feel me

This thunder this lighting, these lecherous lapses

This pathetic whining,

Just go

Seizures, pleasures, pressure, future, closeness

now we must try to find our way

Throught the nearest open way

Out

And oh.

Your voice, at night, I feel it sets through the air above me

Giant laughter, hung there, sweetly, like a star

Shines in our eyes