painting over it did no good / solitary bird
sometimes when i'm walking at night
i look for sentences in the lit
windows of skyscrapers
looking for, something that isn't there
and in the gray streets i strain to see
where the people rush off to
but i simply don't see anything there
a solitary bird in a solitary sky
drums it's wings in time against the clouds
a solitary bird in a solitary sky
patient blue skies waiting for their clouds
2 am
abandoned city street
flags
broken streetlamp serenade
the names of things and other such thoughts

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CHYZ Interview (English Translation)

rusty string
the wires from my broken record player
fake plastic guns
oh, sweet consequence
and all of us, as well
painting over it did no good / solitary bird
nursing 500 broken fingers

the roots, the leaves
intimidated by silence
asleep on a train
the birds in your chest
the sun always sets
drop ceilings and day planners
some lonesome street corner
dead telephone
i know someone who can't recognize
