Luyện nghe bài hát La Rossa

(Hammill)

Lacking sleep and and vision
I am again, encamped upon your floor,
craving and nourishment,
and sanctity and more.
The seemed very crowded,
I put on my guise-
I know you know I am acting,
I can see it in eyes.
In the harsh light of freedom I
that I deny that I have wasted time,
have it away in idle boasts
of my and fidelity,
when simpler words would have me
most...
...it isn't enough in the end, when I'm
for hope.
Though the organ-monkey
as the pipes to spit
he'll go through the dance routines
just as long as he thinks fit,
just as long as he knows it's dance, smile-
or quit.

Like the monkey I dance to a strange
when all of these years longed to lie with you,
bogged myself down in the web of talk,
quack philosophy and
at physiciality always baulked,
the man in the chair who believes it's
him to walk.
I've been behind words,
fearing a flame exists,
faintly of the passage
of I have missed.
But the nearness and the of you,
La Rossa from to toe...
I don't what I'm telling you,
but I think you to know
soon the dam wall will break, the water
flow.
Though the groans
as the organ-grinder
hoping, at the most,
for an end to his dancing
still he hops up and down on his
in the jerky way.
Though it might mean an end to all
there's I'm working up to say.

Think of me you will;
I know that you think you my pain-
no matter if that's the surface.
If we made love now would that all
that has before?
Of course it would, there's no way it ever
be the same...
one more crossed,
one more explained.
Now I need more just words, though
the options are plain that lead all
action.
If we love now it will change all
is yet to be...
never we agree in the same way again.
One more lost,
one more gained.

La Rossa, you me, you read me as though
I am
I know it there's no no way in which I can

though it means you'll finish my story
at last I'd trade all the talk,
the joking, the and the quips,
all the conversations, all the friendship,
all the words and all the
for the of your body,
the vivid touch of your lips.
All bridges burning me,
all safety reach,
the feels his chains out blindly,
only to himself released.

Take me, take me now and hold me
your ocean body,
wash me as some to the shore,
there me lying evermore!
Drown me, me now and hold me down
before your hunger,
burn me at the of the night-
me life!