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Entanglement of Hearts
05:10
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Entanglement of Hearts
Zeroes and ones steadily flow
the two of us are but more than one,
as we know
our senses do not trick the heart,
we're close while being far apart
The morning dawn after a long, cold winter night
might be shining pale
yet, for sore eyes oh so bright
the cold is warm today,
can't do no harm today, 'cause I'm not here,
although I can see me
Oh, this sweet bitterness
of caring about anything I seemed to possess
and overcoming
all the anxiety of being what I used to be
entanglement of hearts
The mystery's solved,
the damage is done -
the two of us are but more than one
as we now
our senses do no trick the heart,
we're close while being far apart
I walk the street, I walk the line,
I feel so metaphorical, surreal and euphorical
the tension evolves matter,
sensations for the better put a chill on my spine
Oh, this sweet bitterness
of caring about anything I seemed to possess
and overcoming
all the anxiety of being what I used to be
entanglement of hearts
I'm ready to decline
in order to put order in this heart of mine
and rise upon the ashes of this kingdom of deception
ready to take action, again
Oh, this sweet bitterness
of caring about anything I seemed to possess
and overcoming
all the anxiety of being what I used to be
entanglement of hearts
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2. |
Heaven to Hell
04:19
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Heaven To Hell
I woke up this morning, northbound,
to the mountains, was the plan
The early bird at the terminal, had breakfast,
some fried pork and a coffee can
catched the regular bus with the locals, “yeah, I don't like the aircon, ma'am”
the words that bought me the ticket to ride
the highroad into the native land
endless sharp turns, slopes to the left and to the right, hundreds of meters low
back in the 60's or 70's, must have been one hell of a road to go
still a challenging ride, with a beautiful sight,
for eight hours, or so
I got lost in the landscape, even I knew my destination though,
the café St. Joe, the café St. Joe
I couldn't hold back, took out the camera and some pictures for the good memories,
I managed to slow down the time-flow, oh,
what a remedy
and then a first hince, a glimpse, of what was expecting me,
rice fields on steep slopes, passionately man-made, unspeakable beauty
generations of man dedicated to only one goal:
to feed all of their children sufficient, so they would survive and save their souls
the common sense outruling individualism,
that's what I've been missing, sure, you know
to the better of all, and I could feel it grow inside of me
when suddenly,
I noticed some signs in the fields, picturing words of disgrace
the poor proof of greed, of capitalism overruling the human race
Monsanto, Pioneer, it ain't the world you feed, it's just your financial needs,
I spit on your face
insecticide seeds, that's kind of a homicide, not the nutricional ace
but now, after ten years of spoiling South America,
history proves you wrong,
bugs growing resistance, like we should, but you just keep moving on,
putting Asia under pressure, they should know better,
but the unions are weak and not strong
and you still carry on and you still carry on
until every diversity's gone
and now, here, in the middle of nowhere,
in an area under the United Nations' protection
you spreading your unfertile semen
ready to take charge of some serious action, again,
creating dependency, that's the tendency in this section of land
but still hope the indigenous are wise enough to take faith in their own hand
now to the refrain:
we, the people,
living our lives in passion and faith
will for sure, and truely,
be the ones dancing on your graves in the end
and with all the happy days, and compassionate hours we spent
we're not afraid to say:
“We're equally born with a death sentence”
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3. |
Intoxicated
03:53
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Intoxication
Words at this point for the record:
I set this up with a hook
expected that, about as much expected
at the same time, this happened to me
sewed and settled
very disappointing
for fans and the starstruck, screaming shit at them
any time, indeed, from inferiour technique
last, but not least, it all boils down to this
and, times before, I could watch the entire scene
blood to the brain, or illusions, or something else to give
head-to-the-heart-to-the-soul-to-the-brain
that's how it should be
a connective reflection to gain what is part of me
it's hitting in the heart,
pull the trigger
while tearing me apart it grows bigger
I'm trying to be part, not a figure
in this game enlightenment came oh, so bitter
head-to-the-heart-to-the-soul-to-the-brain
that's how it should be
a connective reflection to gain what is part of me
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4. |
Panta Rhei
03:20
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Panta Rhei
When the dark is slowly fainting
and the dawn is spilling blood
I turn my back occidental
keep looking for elegance,
repeatedly
the mysticist tells me “It's all right”
I stay alert
and fortune comes in a steady flow,
and leaves nothing to run after
nothing to whish and let go
the fist clenches faster
than the fingers lead the pen
the poor justification of “if”, “how” and “why”
the seduction,
it follows as said
the mysticist turns out to be the one sober head
and fortune comes in a steady flow,
and leaves nothing to run after
nothing to whish and let go
and freedom comes with a flaming sword,
leaving nothing to run after
everything is, and in flow
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5. |
Neptune's Daughters
05:32
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Neptune's Daughters
picturing the waves, as they're breaking at the shore
the wind hits the sails and the clouds are forming lips
kissing the tips of the pine trees on the hill
our refuge reflects the rhythm it detects
from the rain drumming beats into the night
and what started with a kiss becomes
the melody that leads me
the old man picks up his memories
and stores them away in the locker in his mind
his belongings being put inside a bag
I carry them away
by then, the sight gets more spacious, again
and beauty's being spotted from end to end
everything ugly is just vague memories
continously fading to
the melody that leads me
and Neptune's taking care of his Daughters
as they carry me away
and Neptune's taking care of his Daughters
as they carry me away
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6. |
No Wonder
03:29
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No Wonder
when the sun shines bright for me
does it warm your heart, too?
Or is the sun, that I see
just an irritation for you?
The heart you mention being attacked
is splintering ice, as a matter of fact
When you tell me to wonder
I wonder, if that's something wonderful
if it scares me to death and makes me doubt the wonders of you
you say “one may
at least be allowed to say...”
You may shut up and keep still today
this constant encourage of hate
has found a merciless fate
when we remember not to take candy
from the uncle being so friendly
before it's too late
When you tell me to wonder
I wonder, if that's something wonderful
if it scares me to death and makes me doubt the wonders of you
When you tell me to wonder
I wonder, if that's something wonderful
if it scares me to death and eats its children
just like you do?
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7. |
Jack in a Box
04:41
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Jack in a Box
“Crank up the volume”
the assassin said
“shut up, and all of this could be yours”
the eagle hides its nest in the rocks
to be safe from the rats
whithin this condition of facts
you can't say, the proposal is too sweet
and they say: “It's not nice”
makes you feel alone in an army
the call: “shit hit the fan whith ice”
two lions staring at my eyes, I pull them out,
throw them like a dog on the street
meanwhile, the kinds went to play in the sand
I carry your wheelchair, if you carry my gun
on a golden bridge in a foreign land
three monks and a boatsman, high on dope
so may you all raise your glasses
Emily went home to tell her diary
it's like seeing things with a giant's eye
delivered into oblivion
and all you do is cry
and all you do is cry
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8. |
Lullaby No.23
01:00
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Lullaby No.23
Now
unconditionally
you
me
togetherness
as the neutron/photon evolving through fusion
for a moment of eternity
more than two ends add up to be
23 questions the demons in me
Can't tell
gone
gone with the wind
Now
unconditionally
you
me
togetherness.
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9. |
No More Heroes
03:35
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No More Heroes
The starman had at least the chance
for the proposal of a better world in hope
some big issues being solved
against all odds, against the wall
and whitnessed its fall
(the era of impact)
No more heroes anymore
all senses on receiving
nothing equals everything
will and love is given
beyond the point of no return
I see galaxies dancing
Well, the ears may change the sound every day
will the song remain the same?
And while the order of the words persists
their meaning gets a different twist
and if the meaning stays the sound every day
can the song remain the same?
And while the changing of the words persists
the ears give it a different twist
(for who ever shares them within)
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10. |
Cleaning the House
07:35
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Cleaning the House
walking the valley underneath the surface of ancient times
a sensual echo to the best of our recollection
like walking the gate of a tardis
beyond what was seen before
and while I inhale
soaking in what's a breath
yet the world, and prepare for becoming
(this could be a new life)
crossing the bridge
to the right, the black waters harbour what can't be revealed
seething with life on the left
as a clear stream evolves a contribution
in the midst of this Lazarus Pit
there's a rock that invites me to sit down
first, step on it with bare feet
my eyes see you disappear
looks like you're gone, but
you're still here
talking to her, the lake
who has got an ear for who listens
the dead log is speaking up
in the tongue of an aged carp
becoming attentively
he's so whise to distract me from the scream of relief
so loud, it is silent
and the earth shaking so hard
it stands still
I can see your silhouette
that covers the screen, as you turn to me and say:
“Welcome to your new life”
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