Luyện nghe bài hát La Rossa

(Hammill)

Lacking sleep and and vision
I am again, encamped upon your floor,
craving and nourishment,
encouragement and 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 frittered it away in boasts
of my and fidelity,
simpler words would have profited me
most...
...it isn't enough in the end, I'm looking
for hope.
Though the organ-monkey
as the pipes begin to
he'll go through the dance routines
just as long as he they'll fit,
just as long as he knows that dance, smile-
or quit.

Like the monkey I to a strange tune
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,
like the man in the chair who believes
him to walk.
I've hiding behind words,
fearing a flame exists,
faintly of the passage
of opportunities I missed.
But the nearness and the of you,
La from head to toe...
I know what I'm telling you,
but I think you to know
soon the dam wall will break, soon the
flow.
Though the organ-monkey
as the organ-grinder
hoping, at the most,
for an end to his dancing
still he hops up and on his perch
in the usual way.
it might mean an end to all friendship
there's I'm working up to say.

of me what you will;
I know that you think you feel my
no matter if that's the surface.
If we made love now that change 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 than just words, though
the options are that lead from all
action.
If we make love now it change all
is yet to be...
never could we in the same way again.
One world lost,
one heaven gained.

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

though it means that you'll 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 behind me,
all safety reach,
the monkey feels his out blindly,
to find himself released.

Take me, me now and hold me deep
inside your body,
me as some flotsam to the shore,
there me lying evermore!
me, drown me now and hold me down
before naked hunger,
burn me at the of the night-
me life!