A Pianist confessions

9.06.2017. San Cristbal de las Casas- Mexico.

By. J. Land

I. A flat confessions

At the piano of mine i sat down yesterday

After Widmung and Chopin
I rose my fist and said Luzifer I have overpowered you
No self elimination thoughts on my mind again

Thy you Mortal soul, intoxicated by pleasures of life

Thy you Mortal soul, buried by flesh pleasures
Thy you Mortals, no dignity in you for look the Light into my eyes
Thy you Mortal, for i am not able to speak, Heavens gates are open to me
Heavens gates to the loving Father of mine, To the Loving Mother of mine.

I saw heaven in your eyes, breathless of mine, Mindless of mine

Blood of my veins, music of my life
Voice of yours the melody of my harmony
Soul of you melted with mine
One of two ever mine, ever ours
Loves dream i have never met.

II. The Count speaks

Might not be an end? Might not be your death?

For i am closet o you than your very own breath
You will kill, die, love, live in my name, but i have no name.

The eyes of yours reflect beautiness kind and truth

You use Anger as power, to protect yourself from Insanity
Down, deep, Floated into the pain, Pain for your own Liberty

Now you understand, this is no the final line, but sooner or later will come
No one by your side, this is what you have chosen, but not what you deserve

At least one more chance the circumstances you lived and have seen
This vast adventure promised for you almost finish your life.

Do not be afraid, no one wants to hurt you this i how they live strange, but it is.
Your chapel, and the saints, the Soldiers under your comand and the wine you
have been drinking, I tell you John, Go and tell how you survive to me for that
me is you, tell them about him, her and you. The count in me is you.
III. Bitch.

Meredith Brooks/ John Land

You know we hate the world today and i do not try to save anyone
you are so good to me and we both know hearts can change and
I want it that way the angel underneath, in you that is only mine ever mine ever
yours ever ours,
yesterday we cried for our softenned side, and we are a Little bit of everything,
Just be prepared because this time is our time

I am not innocent and sweet, there is no softer side for anybody but you

You are a Bitch, you are a child, you are a Mother, and I take you exactly how
you are, Tomorrow we can change But Today we are nothing in Between

When we think the seasons have already changed

You are a strong woman and I am your stronger man Piano and guitar in hand

Im your Bitch im your child, father and lover, im your health and your
dreams and i do not love you in any other way

You are my Bitch, you are my lover you are my tease and joy, and My Godness
You know i am on your knees, When i am alone hurted and suffering you are
my angel undercover, you have been numbed and you are alive now and you
also know we do not want it any other way