Clandestine ceremony for October Requiem, 2020

How to accept that i'm not in security anymore,
Reinventing ourselves became a necessity
Paying attention too
I see you, you see me, and what?
We are everywhere, unreachable.
A zone in the zone, our zone, insulae
Our bodies as first territories to defend
Time has come, I'm ready
Yes, No, Yes, No
WAKE UP, DARE TO
They're arriving

I have faith in the unknown.

Mots morts

We are all despair.

Down we go. Path is long. Loslopende paarden langs de sporen.

Absurdity dances polka dots in front of my eyes and in the minds of my spoiled, lost generation.

I go back to the one

who preferred to leave

who passed away in the black forest, forever tied to a tree

who forgot everything

who burned herself with her anger

who wasted away dancing until she couldn't remember the color of dawn

who never stopped writing, spitting out sickly words, the one with obsessions

who cannot let go so much her thoughts drown her

who does not sleep

who lives in the dark

who has nothing left

who can no longer hope

then those who still believe in it and who patiently teach us that there is no truth, that the only thing that matters down here must be what you decide for yourself...

And all and all and all of us are so terribly and so hopelessly alone.

At this time of history the trains are emptying, yet the streets are full of ghosts. And a few humans with lost souls still wander.

Like a requiem for summer, October sounds hollow. Nothing else to report but this wound in my heart and the pain of the world bleeding on my bare shoulders.

This bleak world. Sorry, I couldn't protect you.

In the heat of our months, the short-lived sandy youth sang behind the barricades. Rebellious, they cried farewell to the old world. Tonight, behind bars, I strain my ears, but to no avail. Only the ruthless silence in the labyrinth of the corridors of my prison. All that’s left is pain. And there is too much, can you hear it roar?

Gray dock, blue square. Suddenly a flash passed with a shrill trace. I stay there, destitute of its light. Seek hope in the streets of the city. In vain, cause there is no without us.

The old ones beared me and told me to above all work well and be happy.

When did I erase the line between happiness and relentless struggle ?

Now (it) is all I’ve got.

Red light. Bottle of wine on the table. Two women face to face, silent, rivers of their stories dried up.

Slumped in front of each other, both engulfed by dead words and their music.

One sad, one filled with light.

When, don’t give up, try to remember ...



Reality's shit

Let’s run away from it

as fast as we can.

walk in staggered rows

meet strangers

scare dogs

see the sky full of stars, so perfect yet fake

hold hands

run together

Restore the land(scape)

bring hormones up to standard

unravel the sorrows

weave our ties

start over and rebuild everything

do not speak, above all, silence

We know it closely. With it comes irresistible laughter.

Those strange women and their enchanted song leave nothing behind but the wind and a foretaste of what

it could be. The enchantresses have passed, like a veil traveling through the downpour, like a clandestine

celebration, taking advantage of the last moments of freedom.

I saw the old world shiver, fall, the leaves on the ground burn, burn, fade, disappear. Look, they’re gone.

Then I asked for forgiveness over and over again. Earth, tree, wolf, sorry, trembled life.

Elusive humans, these tragic characters.

Step by step, uncertain, we cross the streets, empty but animated by a bizarre aura of this unique night,

when the border between our worlds seem to fade away.

The moon doesn't care and watches us go.

Hurry, nothingness is awaiting us. The silhouettes of so many things pass there, hatch and burst.

They want to be seen.

A мы хотим нырнуть обратно в море because we were looking for the sea first. The sea with its damp, with

the rain that howls in the wind, with its sand that loses the heads and bites the toes. Run there barefoot in

the smell of fish. The sea where EVERYTHING FLOWS and transforms from body to body. The sea as a womb

of everything.

Right away, love is lacking, I know that. I have been told. So what ? Is it that bad ? I will carve it from

scratch. What if I lived like this all my life ? Like an insane creature that must burn to purify, that forgets

then is always born again.

She kisses me and I in her blue lips I recognize my friend the moon, who was so careless of me.

With one foot on anguish, despair and cold, I feel light. I'm no longer afraid for real. It works.


Remember, the reality is too strong. Metaphysics or immanence, who cares. Life has nothing more to offer

than what it has to offer, and that's enough.

It comes back to me so there is no point in writing anymore.

singing: Tata Mnatobishvili
text & bass by Luz