Performance video of One Day Flies at Volksroom on 7th march 2022, Brussels.
Lyrics:
When Mary wrote her picture book for me.
In a living room by the table - left to see.
Where the price tag was there I could read my name.
Lots of images of her posing selfies to fight her shame.
At the end only pictures of horses around the world,
Some with people on them and the last without a statue.
But just a stone empty like the altar of a non existent church,
Without the walls and ceiling along a long forgotten road.
In my bedroom I kept climbing on the highest cabinet.
She left me with the words: I ‘m just a message for his set.
Higher than the cabinet on a pole I climbed.
But still a pig kept chasing me, until I left the heights.
It bit into my hand and gobbled up my glove.
It was kind of cute but my cat eyes were staring in the back.
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One day flies
Where are you now?
Does your butterfly wings know
Where the wasps have gone?
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The other day
I stepped out
Of the trunk.
Tried to sing a song I didn’t know
And saw my father hiding
In his home.
I knew that he had been living there
Longer
Than I lived.
And on my mothers porch I had a talk
With an
Old friend.
So many times I shaved, but my beard
Kept growing back.
I called the cab and scrambled.
The van was rather black.
Words have been forgotten
And the rest is
Gone for good.
I asked him something about if it is ok
And if I
Should take care of the living.
He said it wouldn't matter
If I would.
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One day flies
Where are you now?
Does your butterfly wings now
Where the wasps have gone?
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In the ruins of a city
Shot apart
In every sense.
We met until we were given
Another reason
To call ourselves.
The standards in the suitcase
were heavy
When you went.
An arms deal on the corner
While the train
Had already left.
He tried to run
To be in time.
She walked
Because her mask
Had caught her breath.
She walked
Because her mask
Had caught her breath.
His rifle had gone missing.
She smiled
And took his hand.
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One day flies
Where are you now?
Does your butterfly wings now
Where the wasps have gone?
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At the airport
no more plains
Would ever fly.
The fuel and gas had disappeared
And billions, millions,
Had died.
Of fever, hunger
Or just because
They didn’t try.
To step into the gates
that seemed to open up
A silence,
Louder
Than any cry.
Charcoal had burned out
And eggs were running dry.
Black ink and
faded colours were left over of
A story that didn’t make it to
The headlines of their lies.
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One day flies
Where are you now?
Does your butterfly wings now
Where the wasps have gone?
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"One Day Flies"
written by Stef Meul in summer of 2020.