Time Creases from TEMPUS by Laura Perrudin

I need a bone to gnaw on
I need to keep myself busy
Cause if I don’t, then what will I see ?

My golden, my dark, my blue ghosts
Dancing with me, hypnotising me
Like snake-charmers taming a bee

Shaping horizons from under
Vacuuming my mind in some wonders
Grabbing me down in some terrors
Like hurried rabbits in night-furs
When

I need to get drunk from something,
From Life, Romance, Angers and Winds
Vengeance and Dances, Dark Skies and Rains
I flirt with Ghosts again and again


What did not even begin
What did not even clearly end
And what was not even imagined :

My Future exploded in pieces
And turned into a thousand tree-like ways
And turned into a thousand time-creases
My Future denied what the old sign said

Like hurried rabbits in night-furs
Leading rovers to countless worlds
Where they could stay lost forever
I flirt with Ghosts until the disaster
When

I need to get drunk from something,
From Life, Romance, Angers and Winds
Vengeance and Dances, Dark Skies and Rains
I flirt with Ghosts again and again

• Alternative
• Neo-Soul
• abstract
• electronica
• jazz
• singer-songwriter
• France