Solefald Countryside Bohemians
The train left westwards on a Saturday sunrise We rode along the linear scaffold To a fertile sidetrack Not yet been tamed By urban architecture Unknown in a rural village Tresspassing silent roads Deserted bu television natives Rows of rusty tracktors left behind To keep the sunset company We strived the valley sides Reached the bright blue castle It appeared in defiant solitude Spreading scraps of paint Out on the October sky surface From inside a giant panorama Our conversation evolved To women and witches and sex We ate the saucy beaf And dark rumanian red Before nightfall dragged us into its coat To watch to circular star belt Wrapping us tightly together In the pale flame of the parafin lamp A blue rope lowered onto glowing necks We entered the circle of branches spread out Like countryside bohemians Reeking of whiskey and wool The knife cut from grey to red A brotherhood of blood Dripping down on the heather And into the soil We were mystics balancing On the plunge of knowledge Ready to fall in ecstasy Of retire smart stupidity After a one-night stand With anima mundi
