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In the World
04:14
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slow days, no more questions - of beginning or the end
maybe the hours, will pull me through - through til june, when the roses bloom
all withering´s inside, nothing to hide - better find the other side
my mind, it flies, to the western skies - here´s my hand, my old friend
you´re in the world - but i ain´t no more, not in the world no more
winter winds, they burn my skin - and my minutes are filled with rain
my heart´s adrift, tween the earth and sky - banshee´s cry makes the ripples shift
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2. |
Human Blues
04:01
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the crossroads are always right behind us
while we stumble through the twilight, blinded by the dust
of expectations, tribulations, unwinding the threads
of our fates being measured
minding nothing, but the truth
born screaming, live in fear, and die alone
time and life, ripping at our flesh and bone
mouth cut cloud, depradation, sealing soil
we don´t know who you are, tall as black rain
concealing sores, always with us, never ever far
find the cycle of pain, in the mires of our minds
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3. |
High up in the Trees
05:58
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high up in the trees, where the branches get fewer
and more precious by the second
the serious jokers roam
tending to the arrows in their heels
stretching their heart strings tween them
plucking unheard tunes of fragile honesties
chuckling weeping creatures
listening to the sound of the times
getting caught in the windharps of their minds
shaking with guilt and regret
trembling with innocence
the only true witnesses
to the angels bashful defecating
and the handsome devils making merry
they´re gonna find you
they´re gonna grind you
they´re gonna find you like they did before
they´re gonna find you
they´re gonna grind you
they´re gonna find you on the second floor
and when they do - they will never ever let you go
in the thinning air
where a smell means much more than a thousand words
and the skins are pervious and poisonous
shed and woven like a sphinx´s plaid
that´s where they fence their secret plumes
to the seventh moon
the armours of conceniency
replaced by the monkhoods shady glory
plucked too many or too few
shiny sticky cracks to fall through
and all the goofball promises
the horrors of wasteful complacency
are but distant drums to them
as they are brimming and beating out
new opportunities into unforged foretimes
where only the vestals cold gaze may reach
far away eyes keeping a close watch
more to see and less to do
roots, shaped into wings
of oblivious dreams
repeating nothing but themselves
and all the differences vanish at the speed of light
slain by moments of truth
and forever forgotten
after they illuminate the abyss
one last time
december boys became january men once again ...
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4. |
Ballad of a Ghost
05:18
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you didn´t ask for my name, you just took it
i don´t want no ticket, cause i ain´t gonna ride on your train
it really is a shame, and you´re to blame
and i don´t want to talk to you on the phone
i ain´t never gonna call this place my home
and i sure as hell don´t want to see you in my room
i´m just sitting here thinking, contemplating
waiting for the end of your world
i´m just sitting here thinking, smoking and drinking
waiting for the end of your world
i really hate what you, and i know you do too
i really hate what you, and i can see you do too
there is nothing in the world you could do to make me follow you
cause i really hate what you do and i can see you do too
so don´t you try to tell me everything is just fine
cause i can see the darkness crawling up your spine
and the demon smile you now see - well, it ain´t mine
and i guess you can hear me talking from way down below
yeah, i know you can hear me singing from way down below
and you may see my footprints in the melting snow
but you´re just wearing a mask and i´m a ghost
... watching the end of your world
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5. |
Spinning
04:09
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spinning round a corner
trying to find your eyes
pick them up, they´re lying there
into the void
tie a ribbon in your hair
put a dragon on the end
jumping high and wide
drawing fire round the bends
feeling high, feeling low
feeling nothing at all
speak a hidden language
and climb into my tree
draw a circle round my head
and watch me bleed
take out that old memory
chase away the flies
then paint your own reflection
and spray it with your lies
now tie a rope around your neck
put a whisper on the end
let it go, we´re flying
- into the end
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6. |
Long Roll
04:57
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ravens have flown out of your hair
silver moon is sparkling bright and fair
our hands have been through many a storm
their touch still is soft and warm
the twinkle in your eyes is still there
i can read it tween the lines loud and clear
our feet have walked many a mile
didn´t know, how much i missed your smile
it´s a long, long, long roll
keeping together your body and soul
i´ve seen so many people grow mean and cold
can be a drag getting old
the dance in your stride may have slowed down
underneath your worn coat i still see aphrodites gown
our hearts have been through many an exchange
some below, some far beyond their range
it´s a long, long, long ride
keeping together your wits and pride
i´ve seen so many people giving in
like there´s no beginning again
but, it´s along, long, long roll
keeping together your body and soul
i´ve seen so many people snap and break
sometimes it really is too late
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7. |
Last Kiss
03:13
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there´s something on your mind today
can´t seem to find your way
everything still looks the same
picture´s fallen through the frame
and it was supposed to be a perfect game
you dreamt you kissed her sweet and deep
you knew it wasn´t true, even in your sleep
how did you miss, how could you have missed
deep you knew it was your last kiss
couldn´t you have known, shouldn´t you have known
coudn´t you have known, that she would really go
there´s something on your mind tonight
nothing seems to be quite right
you drink and dance just like before
but you don´t feel it anymore
and you find yourself knocking at her door
and now you´re clinging to that song
and you know everything is wrong
how did you miss, how could you have missed
deep you knew it was your last kiss
couldn´t you have known, shouldn´t you have known
coudn´t you have known, that she would really go
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8. |
The Rain
04:39
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He was lying in a pool of blood and matter, that had been squeezed out of his twitching body.
He looked relatively unharmed
and the bright crimson puddle oozing out of his gaping mouth took the shape of an intestinal appendix
like a grotesque crown of gut it looked.
The middle-aged asian woman with the sparse hair,
whom i had seen walking passed so often – and never since
fell to her knees in desperate terror,
clutching her little hands to her temples,
while her tears slowly replaced her disbelief.
The driver, a young student woman
stood half way between him and her car,
torn between the unwanted interruption of her apparent rush - and empathy.
In that precise moment the Dying was the center of their world and only I,
looking from my window,
could see and fully appreciate the serene, cruel beauty of the arrangement.
Finally the handsome young medical student from downstairs came to aid,
armed with pinkish rubber gloves,
a big blue dustbin bag
and the right amount of commiseration and to do.
He helped to drag his stiffening carcass to the side of the road, where a second crimson puddle was left,
after they took him away –
a somewhat amorph blob it was,
much darker in tone already.
While the knot in my stomach had loosened
i thought about the bang and flash that must have been his last perceptions in life.
Or perhaps the helpless whimper of his mistress had reached him – did it reach him?
Or was he just surprised and gone?
By evening a heavy spring rain had washed it all away
and the setting sun was sparkleing and dancing on the wet road.
Down by the river, under a most delightful rainbow,
i saw a water rat swimming by
I clicked my tongue at it
and it looked at me.
And I asked myself:
how many rainbows will there be?
How many rainbows will there be?
And the rain washed it all away ...
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9. |
The Blind Captain
04:04
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sing a little song for me, billie
something bitter and sweet
to keep me company
when the dark shadows grow
and the lights are all low
and i don´t have no place to go -
sing a little song for me
at the end of the line
one light left to shine
all the tethers untangled
nothing divine
his long white hair is flowing in the wind
and the oar in his hand it may be his last friend
the blind captain sees the gloom within
you´d believe he don´t stand a chance to win
hapless he may seem
but he still has a dream
he know someone somewhere is waiting for him
so sing a little song for me
sing a little song for me, billie
something bitter and sweet
to keep me company
when the dark shadows grow
and the night is cold
and i don´t have nobody to hold -
sing a little song for me
the veilled beauty sees the strange in the room
she bends down on her knees
and she kisses his wounds
the thorns in his side
well, they are her price
for doing her duty, and losing her pride
and the pins in the chrysalis
have diamonds on their top
the joke´s on sisyphus
for trying to speak the untold
and she washes her hands in a golden bassin
yes she knows no river´s too small
to drown yourself in
sing a little song for me, billie
something bitter and sweet
to keep me company
when the dark shadows grow
and the sun´s sinking low
and i don´t have no place to go -
sing a little song for me ..
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