
Date of issue: 21.11.2020
Song language: English
The Tragedy of the Leaves |
I awakened to dryness and the ferns were dead, |
the potted plants yellow as corn; |
my woman was gone |
and the empty bottles like bled corpses |
surrounded me with their uselessness; |
the sun was still good, though, |
and my landlady’s note cracked in fine and |
undemanding yellowness; |
what was needed now |
was a good comedian, ancient style, a jester |
with jokes upon absurd pain; |
pain is absurd |
because it exists, nothing more; |
I shaved carefully with an old razor |
the man who had once been young and |
said to have genius; |
but |
that’s the tragedy of the leaves, |
the dead ferns, the dead plants; |
and I walked into a dark hall |
where the landlady stood |
execrating and final, |
sending me to hell, |
waving her fat, sweaty arms |
and screaming |
screaming for rent |
because the world had failed us both. |
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I Met a Genius ft. Charles Bukowkski | 2010 |