Life’s a bore, my mind’s a whore

Been down the rabbit hole,
In the forest of my kingdom.
I embarked on a quest, to find my true mirror,
The princess to my prince.
To slay the dragon, I first need to find it.

I lived ‘rock and roll’ at the end of the world.
Where not even bombs fall, where no rivers flow.
I felt like God’s son over and over.
Living a thousand hours and lives in one closing of an eye.
Saw heaven in hell, and hell in heaven.

Life’s a bore, my mind’s a whore.

I understand Velvet, I understand Reed,
But I never did anything with it.
I put it in a box and shipped it
To the great, dark ocean behind where I think.

Life’s a bore, my mind’s a whore.

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Too scared to stride down
Into the debts of my subconscious.
To find out all I want is to spin out of control,
Leaving a trail of pain as my only contribution.

Life’s a bore, my mind’s a whore.

Too crazy to be normal.
My cloak of shit, the lies of my perfume,
The master of illusion is taking off her mask.
See me – hate me – love me….
My story has to be told, hold my hand.

I hope my shadow finds me and we can embrace.
And on our wedding night dance until my Self takes her place.

Life’s a bore, and my mind’s nothing but a whore.

In memory of Pálfi, who died in the shadow of great hallucinators, on railway tracks.

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Photos taken at the Velvet Underground exhibition at Paris Philharmonie, 2016.



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