Past One O'clock demo by Gasolina, Marina published on 2013/10/21 16:57:31 +0000 This poem was in Mayakovsky’s pocket when he was found dead on April 14, 1930. Some people say he committed suicide. I recorded this poem in form of a song. Past one o’clock. You must have gone to bed. The Milky Way streams silver through the night. I’m in no hurry; with lightning telegrams I have no cause to wake or trouble you. And, as they say, the incident is closed. Love’s boat has smashed against the daily grind. Now you and I are quits. Why bother then To balance mutual sorrows, pains, and hurts. Behold what quiet settles on the world. Night wraps the sky in tribute from the stars. In hours like these, one rises to address The ages, history, and all creation.