שאול (pt. 1)

und ich wandte mich und sah an alles unrecht, das gefchah unter der Sonne.

(we feel we are nothing)
(we feel we are something)
(we know we are nothing)

franz biberkopf has reached the end of his mortal path.
the time has come to break him.
der mann ist kaput.

quo vado?

j'implore ta pitié, Toi, l'unique que j'aime,
du fond du gouffre obscur où mon coeur est tombé.
c'est un univers morne à l'horizon plombé,
où nagent dans la nuit l'horreur et le blasphème;

out of the depths i cry to you, oh Lord;
oh Lord, hear my voice.
let your ears be attentive
to my cry for mercy.
i wait for the Lord, my soul waits,
and in his word i put my hope.
my soul waits for the Lord.

[part B]
the knife:
a sharp knife is a must.
your knife, more than any other piece of equipment in the kitchen, is an extension of the self, an expression of your skills, ability, experience, dreams, and desires... it can also be the most direct and glaring expression of your complete ineptness and uselessness. if you are incapable of demonstrating pride in your tools, you will richly deserve the deep and jagged wound you will undoubtedly inflict upon yourself.
the world would soon become a better place.
do i need to belabor this point?
you sin against the Gods.
it's that simple.

quo vadis?

los cien enamorados
duermen para siempre
bajo la tierra seca.
donde puse cien cruces,
que los recuerden.
los cien enamorados
duermen para siempre.

so that the word is the upright beam whereon I am crucified and the sound is that which crosseth it the nature of man and the nail which holdeth the cross-tree unto the upright in the midst thereof is the conversion and repentance of man.

where i am going, you cannot follow

come let us curse our Master ere we die
for all our hopes in endless ruin lie
the good is dead let us curse God most High
come then and curse the Lord over the earth
gross darkness falls and evil was our birth
and our few happy days of little worth
i wish i had some whisky and gun
my dear
i wish i had some whisky and gun

all dimpled cheeks and curls
Desire
your head it simply swirls
at the end
those girls
was a malady
those girls
or a madness
those lovely seaside girls
or both.