in the cruel cold of this city
that scares oxygen to my lungs from freezing
i wander in dive bars alone
in the golden reflection of glasses of poison
besides the question marks hastily carved on by invisible fingers
no face, no friend, no answer i see
under the warm blanket of strangers buzzing
and relentless vibration of music in the air
i lend my sorrows and watch
as alpha males with glasses in hand, throw their nets on the autumn girls
[chorus]
i am your man, unfinished and grappling with the world
unfinished and grappling with the world, and in love with falling in love
i am free, i am free, under red and golden glasses
i am free, i am free
like the frozen moths of this city
in the midst of this competition, the nets get entangled
and dissolve in the dark of surrounding walls
and nightly gamble of love and hormones
takes many casualties
surrounded by laughters and faces reflected on objects
i close my eyes slowly
and begin to walk alone
in the thick of these cold walls
i’ve sold my net to the old fisherman of gypsy village long ago
i’ve been just a spectator of these games for many seasons
the extent of my obsessions’ circle, has long expanded beyond the radius of my testicles
[chorus]
credits
from Taxidriving under-City مسافرکشی زیر شهر,
released January 16, 2016
Badmashadi: voice, electronics
[Bucharest Romania]:
Luis Palomino: tenor saxophone
[Skopje Macedonia]:
Kiril Tufekcievski: double bass
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