On this page are collected some of Curt's writings of poetry through the years; the lyrics to "King Blue" -- the title track of the upcoming record -- as well as some writings by other poets who have influenced his work. Enjoy!

Marea Alta

by Curt Klinghoffer

Las luces iluminan las aguas del mar
donde yo dejo mi amor.
Las brisas, como soplan de una manera tan suave
y calientan las lagrimas de mi dolor.

El socorro de la lluvia que viene despues
de un abrazo tan conmovedor,
entre la orilla y las olas de la marea alta
es para mi corazón, solamente un rencor.

Wasteland Faces (for Holly Dear)

by Curt Klinghoffer

Wasteland faces in the wetlands,
Smiling diamonds in the nighttime,
Selling the same lies day after day
To the blinded world.

Fallen angels with dark power
Calculating every hour
Asinine attorneys
And empty girls.

Technology's finest moments
Wasteland faces, plastic showmen
Ambitious athletes bring briefcases
To the court.

Robotic dances, traffic trances,
Recycled scripts, greed-charged romances
Wasteland faces always
Sway the mind.

Wasteland faces drag us down
With garbage pose and junkpile sound,
Cacophony resounding
From our times.

Wasteland faces have their year;
Splash their fortunes, disappear
Leaving dry scars on the psyches
Of the blind.

Queen of My Heart

by Curt Klinghoffer

My queen, she knows no royalty
Though she's precious to the core
My queen, she knows no chiromancy
Though she's read palms by the score

My queen, she dances in the sunlight
When the day is overcast and black
My queen, she recalls the armies with two fingers
When they're writhing to attack

My queen, she charms the daffodils
To sway with a wave of her hand
My queen, her feet leave the oceans twisted
They want to lap on her instead of the sand.

And to think, she calls me King, this Queen
She of the Magical Face
Beauty to charm any creature of man
And humility to walk in its place.

She Gave Me Silences

by Curt Klinghoffer

She gave me silences
Golden, whispering silences
To hold and touch the dawn

She gave me silences
Cavalcades of silences
To dream and draw upon

She gave me silences
Loping, languid silences
To carry burdens on

She gave me silences
No promises, but silences
She gave and she was gone.

Coincidence City

by Curt Klinghoffer

Well I was born in Coincidence City
With a gun in either hand
Coincidence to meet you here
Coincidence to shoot you here
Wish you could understand

You look at me with both eyes aglare
"It's strange how we should meet"
When we kiss you dish out platitudes
Like "Love's a two way street."

Anything goes in Coincidence City
It just so happens that we're here
Anything can happen in Coincidence City
Coincidence, you're near...

Of a Flat

by Curt Klinghoffer

in a crack of a wall of a flat on the east side of belfast angelyne dreams
of a house free of dimethylhydropropoloxylate air where the logs
and the springs and the Logos who sings redefine her and
give her the vertebra this incarnation denied in the
attic of time where james joyce's mind
swings savagely into her
wings

Sing

by Curt Klinghoffer

She takes me where the sirens sing and doesn't talk of anything
Leaving me the whirlpools of her eyes
Injecting my sad circumstance into her holy covenants
I feel my folly floundering inside

She takes me to the river, the sad hypnotic river
Where the angels and their metaphors have died
She walks away some silent beat alone along the silent street
While weighing the resistance in my eyes

Her justice is a guillotine and her mouth a sacred well
And her feet I follow in my silent strides
She takes me to the river, she takes and she ensheathes me
Enraptures me, then claims the other side

à Marie

by Curt Klinghoffer

Marie, tu as enlevé mon coeur
Je t'aime déjà, comme une petite soeur
Je pense à toi chaque jour et soir
Je veux seulement te tenir, te voir
Si jeune, si blonde, et si jolie,
Pourquoi ne puis-je t'oublier, Marie?

Il Pleure Dans Mon Coeur

by Paul Verlaine

Il pleure dans mon coeur
Comme il pleut sur la ville;
Quelle est cette langeur
Que pénètre mon coeur?

O bruit doux de la pluie
Par terre et sur les toits !
Pour un coeur qui s'ennuie
O le chant de la pluie !

Il pleure sans raison
Dans ce coeur qui s'écoeure
Quoi ! nulle trahison ?...
Ce deuil est sans raison.

C'est bien la pire peine
De ne savoir pourquoi
Sans amour et sans haine
Mon coeur a tant de peine !

Niña morena y ágil

by Pablo Neruda

Niña morena y ágil, el sol que hace las frutas,
el que cuaja los trigos, el que tuerce las algas,
hizo tu cuerpo alegre, tus luminos ojos
y tu boca que tiene la sonrisa del agua.

Un sol negro y ansioso se te arrolla en las hebras
de la negra melena, cuando estiras los brazos.
Tú juegas con el sol como con un estero
y él te deja en los ojos dos oscuros remansos.

Niña morena y ágil, nada hacia ti me acerca.
Todo de ti me aleja, como del medio dia.
Eres la delirante juventud de la abeja,
la embriaguez de la ola, la fuerza de la espiga.

Mi corazón sombrio te busca, sin embargo,
y amo tu cuerpo alegre, tu voz suelta y delgada.
Mariposa morena dulce y definitiva
como el trigal y el sol, la amapola y el agua.

Crazy Jane on God

by William Butler Yeats

That lover of a night
Came when he would,
Went in the dawning light
Whether I would or no;
Men come, men go,
All things remain in God.

Banners choke the sky;
Men-at-arms tread;
Armoured horses neigh
Where the great battle was
In the narrow pass:
All things remain in God.

Before their eyes a house
That from childhood stood
Uninhabited, ruinous,
Suddenly lit up
From door to top:
All things remain in God.

I had wild Jack for a lover;
Though like a road
That men pass over
My body makes no moan
But sings on:
All things remain in God.

King Blue

words and music by Curt Klinghoffer

Now that the clouds are arranged in the sky
Like lazy dancers on vacation
And the sun is so still, while the earth pirouettes
And the moon hides her frustration

Would it be a surprise, or a scare to the world
Which, in science, its feelings has purged
If the veil that hangs before heaven dissolved
And a human face emerged

King Blue
Is crying for you
In his lonely distant room
Kid green
Is so wildly obscene
And he’s done all he can do.

King Blue
Is hurting for you
Tell me why did you make King Blue

See the birds swooping down on the frenzy ‘cross town
Where love is manufactured
Where death is produced and fools are seduced
And hearts same as bones are fractured

Nobody here seems to have any fear
Of the violence that they do
The lies in the air are a dismal affair
For the one who truly knows you.

King Blue
Is crying for you
In his lonely distant room
Kid green
Is so wildly obscene
And he’s done all he can do.

King Blue
Is hurting for you
Tell me why did you make King Blue

Crying for you
Trying for you
Sighing for you
Dying for you
‘Cause it’s all that he can do

And that’s just not the part he came here for
No your words can’t be trusted anymore
‘Cause his heart can’t be broken, never more
Tell me how could you make King Blue.