donderdag 7 februari 2019

Kati Fado Live at OCCII Amsterdam 24 March 2018

Lyrics/Poetry: Kati Fado Music: Kuba Dykert/Kati Fado Visuals: Julian Jansen/Kati Fado Lyrics/Poetry from the book Aphasia by Kati Fado:
she, who nobody heard

happily non-existent, stopped at the invisible shore, vibrates
disembodied. inaudible bells. in the silence deserts (her) wildness (and) sleepy
she enters inside of herself. this night is full of X-rays, overexposed - in the distance, are smoldering
covered with quilts - especially calm, laced with the longing (.) tiny waves,
the returns. in the stopped-frames belated fishing of celestial, spherical bodies. in spite of we are
almost alive, dancing among the laughing blades. after all – the seagulls
they lift the weight, they giving back to the salty fogs this (un)fulfilled transparency.

Alice and sisters

the moon as the blind nib was entering choking smoke. behind the fuzzy barn,
church or the vision of blackening construction - Alice was clapping her hands
full of butterflies, toys from the attic, and this hooting
 behind her head belonged to the other time. to the slimy land hungry of phantoms emerging from
swamps. there we were waiting, tangled by willow
weeping, and our braids were scratching the sky. someone arrived.
someone covered with cloak the stars and with the last sigh saliva leaked
on the sleeve. the undercut wings were smoldering quietly. we gave back to ghosts
burned crops, havoc and fear. in broken windows next strike of bells,
the return of this men with bestial, oily face. these hands on the torn dresses - this singing
of swans - tarry, sinister. so, this the way the skin is removed
of lambs. falling in stopped-frames. smoked too early.

the haunted manor                      the house of the Bad Lord

to this house you come from the basement.
there, in jars with formalin shoot fingers of infants. as metro-
nom introduces silent killers in non-tact - metallic and liquid
as plasma. no splash. no pardon. the butler with eyes of gas
leads shadows of riders into the room of worms. there, each spreads
its own bill - unregulated.
to this window you peek from under the ground.
there, birds chat elegies with no boundaries. from clouds hang screens,
further shifts displayed in digitals - full automatic, the dust in mouth.
someone let go a tie at the edge of life. it isn’t that they don’t know your
name, there everyone has the code on face. saved with the ribbons of acids
insatiable with blood.
to this chimney you fall from the sky.
there are all the sparks - of memory when you were a child - without
Santa Claus. when you prayed for a few cherries from lips of that girl
which wasn’t from The Angels. she stuck a thorn in your eye, and then
 rolled on - smooth and dark – that’s all. the whole evil.
there is too crowded, no one get out
but still they ask.

the golem

slob. In the gloomy earth I draw the story – shot exploded thoughts
through the back of occiput, err and wonder between the insight and stupor,
sleepiness at the ready. I’m standing on one leg, the wind is yanking me as a blind
hen. the seed got another one. the fifth wall grew up, seven miracles
soaked in plaster, mushroom. The narcotic flight will begin. unwanted parade
of avatars and I do not know from which I should start to count
the watermarks in the back of enemy - still in April blizzard. cuts
heads. the red and the ocher spill over the mouth. bitterness
has a taste of the material from I make the golem. I’m putting in his teeth
a toilet paper. a chip with the mating period I put in his ear,
I'm taking him to the bedroom. we are dreaming of a better tomorrow. the plaster
is falling, the roof tiles are cracking, the magnetic cards. the pull, the attraction
and the greed. we get rich trough inadvertency. leaks night. In the fifth wall grows a hole
after an atomic bomb - this is the way went - the soul. robbed light years
and now - nothing comes out anymore. although witnesses say:
blood will clot, bones will grow.
it will get hot again.

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