Charity is a curiosity
To some it seems a worthy cause
Others find it spiteful
And despite intentions that are good
I think it should be understood
That charity brings fortune to a few
While others are left to rue
Charity is a lottery
However noble it may be

Solitary man
Always in good company
Of wonderful women
And Gainsbourgian groove
C’est bon chic bon genre
And rudimental rock at the same time
Crude cool
Love’s fool

Passion and percussion
Lust and lavish beats
Charming chansons
And seductive songs
Melody’s magnetic melodies
Du Jane B & Initials BB
A celebration of beauty

Monsieur Gainsbourg
T’es magnifique
Authentique
Flegmatique
Channeling what it means
To be obscenely genial
Fericiously cordial
What it means to live life
As If there’s only one day left
Toujours
Monsieur Gainsbourg

Words and associations
Forming in the darkest corners of my mind
Unstoppable processes
Result in lakes of shameless insanity
Society would frown
Like it frowns upon everything
That isn’t boring status quo
Or harmless harmony

Everything means anything
And everyone is no one at all
Identities are interchangeable
Changes are identical
My thoughts are vessels
Crashing into icebergs
My words are thoughts
Aiming for the heart

Like a spider’s web
My meaning is all over the place
Towards eternity and back
And equally as easily broken
When everything is connected
It takes one thorough aim
To make everything crumble
To make nothing at all

Once upon a time
There was aspiration
And inspiration to achieve
Things of greatness
And great hope
That hopefulness would matter
But as a matter of fact
Fact tamed fiction
And aspiration became what has become

Every now and then
I need my dose of modesty
To have someone or something
Show me the relativity
Of human creativity

So I go and wander restlessly
Through majestic mountains
With snow-clad hats
And watery feet
And lots of nature in between

And I realise the things I’ve done
The petty man-made magic
Is static and dull and pathetic
Compared to nature’s frantic
Splendour and might

I keep on hoping
That one day I can say
That the artificial can compete
With nature’s regal feat

Though now I humbly admit
That the peaks and the crags
Crumble my effort and wit
And show me all that I lack

I’m right in between
The man with the horse’s head
And the horse with the elephant’s skin
As kaleidoscope-eyed insects are crawling all around me

In the distance I see green valleys
A paradise regained
Where beauty is not only in the eye of the beholder
But there for all to see

But I’m stuck here in the inferno
Where ghouls are the least of my problems
My attention grabbed by the walking set of teeth
And the fire-breathing bird-like herd.

For in here the owls are not what they seem
And creatures near me are eerily freakish
While my eyes are set on the lush lands ahead
I’m stuck in the middle of the gruesome and the dead

In the long run, we are all dead
She said
So we decided to make
Tonight’s passionate embrace
About the acceptance of mortality
The celebration of fatality
The moral neutralisation of infidelity
All the more reason
To get it on
And whether wrong or right
To use this night
To be entangled
You and I