1. |
Earth
05:33
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floating in cold
floating
fragile insecure as a body
atmosphere being skin
melting core a pounding heart
water blood
orbit an invisible thread
the Sun a god
one move dead
a planet gone astray
a billiard ball
oh please do not float away
a planet
the planet Earth
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2. |
N.D.
04:28
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oh as a child i still remembered where i have been before
i watched the mountains grow
could even see the rivers overflow
out of the stately banks of old
but then Ganga was sunken*
great drone had died down
the mount of Gods decayed
how could I lose my memory
how could I lose my knowledge
of the mountains and the trees
of the rivers and the oceans
now sixteen years later
i’m wrapped in a sheet of ice
and all I watch today is a slowly coming tide of slowly burning life
burning too slow
fire too low to explode
and move the continents
now I hear the roar of the machines
sardonic laughter of spectators
the world says, "you are nothing to me, i’m so sorry
now you may die, your life is insured"
*"The Waste Land" by T.S.Eliot, line 395
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3. |
White Church Hill
05:21
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going up the white church hill
there is so much to be overviewed
below in the valley of dying stars
for our hearts now full of grass
our heads are no more stuffed with straw
brains moistured with cherished rain
church bell rings and we’re coming to the entrance door
walking down Highbourne avenue
all buildings covered in silver-golden glaze
renaissance skies gazing dreamily
the guardians of knowledge leaning peacefully
in their chairs and follow saying sleepy ‘bye’
but can we stay for just a little while?
sorry but no, we are closed and you are supposed to leave
and you made more mistakes
than the times when you tried
and you wanted to make an escape
but didn’t know where or why
thinking of what’s left in the past
there isn’t much to be understood
with silly memory that alters things
or silly sentiments for silly youth
nothing is hidden behind this tree
nothing is written on its bark
we might not have left our marks in history
but we have left them in each other
we have left them in each other
nothing is hidden behind this tree
nothing is written on its bark
we might not have left any mark on history
but we have left it in each other
yes, we have left it in each other
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4. |
Last Night
04:58
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last night i dreamt you crying
saying you can't take no more and you wake up in fear
but i woke up a cold stone
this night i dreamt you smiling
all glowing in light so warm
holding a bird on your palm
but i woke up a dead log
in a room in the world
where hues are lost among faded objects
in the neighbourhood
dogs are barking
they talk thus
exchanging echoes in landplots enclosed
and the world is humming
and the world is droning
it did since the sounds appeared
but when does the first sound start?
the sound of your voice must be its descendant
oh shall it ever fade out?
no nothing ever fades out
no nothing ever fades out!
even on the ruins of time
that sweeps away the last of remaining temples
and she, she said
you don't exist, i don't exist, we don't exist
but i woke up in tangled sheets
and knew exactly i am here
her measured breath, her sleeping eyelids and hair
there in the dark were but a mare's nest in silent summer air
you don't exist, i don't exist, we don't exist
and she woke up
in the neighbourhood
dogs are quiet, they must be sleeping now
and birds are chirping, already woken up
and the Earth is glowing
and the town is dawning
bugs are buzzing
and cats are meowing
and the river slowly flows
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5. |
Full Moon Tide
02:17
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escaping memory
a sunny windy day
and a shadow of a blossoming apple tree
in the backyard i took up my guitar
started picking this melody
moments coming into my house again
why? i didn't call them
i don't think i needed them
she was so far away
i was so far away
my eyes were equally wide in the sunlight
though one was blind
and i thought i hated her
cause life is not all the same
how can i hate my love?
how could i hate my love?
she'd say it's just a full moon tide
she'd say it's just a full moon tide
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6. |
Interlude 3
01:15
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7. |
Water Theme
05:12
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down the path where we crumpled
to the dead end where we stumbled
now
looking at the Sun setting over the Atlantic
from the beach of god-forsaken bay
where our feet left puddles
engraving signs only known to us day after day
night after night
reading in moonlight sacred letters scripted in the language of waves
meaningful and meaningless
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8. |
Chant
03:18
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dear brother
i loved you till we started falling into the abyss
and all we see above
and all we see above now
is just a flock of cranes quietly leaving this place
dear sister,
go hide yourself up in the mountain top's snow and mist
see the air is burning
the water is dying
oh she remembers the things we've done to ourselves and her
we took pills tranquilizing our conscience
we took blood for wine of the triumph
but here and now it matters no more
soil beneath our feet is getting liquid
just as we dreamt in our old childish fever
but here and now we ain't kids anymore
dear Mother
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9. |
Phoenix
06:35
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so you're going to the opera house
to find things you can't find at home and then
then you listen and then you grasp,
i've been living so alone
i've been living on parole,
i am living now it all behind and where i sit
be a start of a whole new world
born out of burning ariette
conceived among the stars on dome
and chandelier's molten candles
chandelier's melted candle
and the curtains close
and the audience rise
never ending applause bellowing in the Berlin blue night sky
maybe years ago you have already heard
but did not understand
and you burnt the last straw
leaving ash in your hand,
and you turned into ash
and now you're phoenix
so you're going to the holy house
divine things ain't the words the speak, you think,
if there's no shit, there ain't no sacred
how do i know if the world is ancient
how do i know if the moment is fleeting
how do i know if it's not repeating again
and all over again
and again
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10. |
Interlude 4
03:41
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11. |
Time Being Age Limit
07:07
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so we came here out of nowhere
and we don’t know where we will go
do you think it’s just being transient my friends
or merely
our only way
between the void and the void
between the warmth and the cold
between the two and none
between the birth and the death
between circumstance and inevitable
those frequent nights when we sought for the solution
pressing lips keeping eyes wide
rambling along moonlit vineyards
or falling free in prickly water
but back in our house
we also talked about how we perceive each instant
what has no end just seems unreal
and what is real now
is only time being age limit
time being age limit
time body age limit
time space age limit
now from the top of the island mountain
i see the Earth as it unfurls
through the grey clouds
now on the coast of this endless ocean
i see its waves rising over rocks
sprinkling my face
but is it breeze and salt spray that make me shiver like that?
and then i look up
the sun hides the eternal no more
the clouds dissipate
and what i see is that we don’t basically see anything
because there’s no time being age limit
no time no being no age no limit
time space age limit
no time no body no age no limit
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12. |
Which of Us
05:40
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which of us has known his brother
which of us has looked into her father’s heart
which of us has not remained forever prison-pent
which of us is not forever a stranger and alone*
all these people
you are leaving
have another look at them
have another look in their eyes
just see
they are as alone
you are not alone
and those walking with the stars are dreamy as you are
praising pink moon
they pray for the good of all
and wait for someone who will offer them a hand
wait for someone who might understand
feeling the presence of each other
we still fumble in space
groping in blindness of our cells
the world of lit windows
in houses distant and close
the glow in her eyes
and what’s behind
you cannot see
and what’s behind mind of yours nobody ever sees
it’s just a black box where you are hidden
where everyone’s hidden
you are getting used to it
i’m getting used to it
Universe brought to a cranium
you are getting used to it
i know, we all are getting used to it
Universe reduced to a brain
forever prison-pent
but shall we ever free ourselves?
*these words are from the first paragraph of "Look Homeward, Angel" (1929), a novel by Thomas Wolfe
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