i am hungry for songs
but i am left here
abandoned
with the same voice
over and over
jeff, sweetheart, drunk
everything is blurred
un homme est mort en 1997
sans alcool sans drogue
sans rien d'autre que ce qui l'avait mis au monde
waves decided to become a killer
to punish a man who wanted to befriend them
to punish a man who loved life
to punish a man who sang
they swallowed him
they ate his words
they killed him deliberately
I HATE THEM
jeff was supposed to live a long long life
he was supposed to sing so many songs after this one
he was supposed to love and to be loved even more
he was meant for more.
so much more that nature got scared.
that's what people do
they kill
when they're scared
BUT JEFF'S LIFE WASN'T SCARY
JEFF WAS MEANT TO LIVE
and to write more
and to sing more
and to live more
and to love more
JEFF WAS MEANT TO LIVE
he was hungry for it
and we are hungry for songs
for his disappeared life
for diaries after 1997
jeff was meant to receive love
and 54 poems will never be enough
i try to give you back what you gave me, jeff
but tears blur my eyes
and your death holds my hand
nature has blood on its hands
shame on her
dream instead
