1. |
Dictionaries
05:01
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I dream of dictionaries, when I go to sleep,
But I still cant find the words,
They move through my body in irregular shapes,
They drip, drip down,
Like a circle through a triangle,
Like a square through a kjbkdfjbakjbf
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2. |
Formless Forms
05:31
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I turn meself into an owl,
Fly to your window,
Your lights not on but I still see you,
You turn yourself into a Rubik cube,
I turn meself into a hand,
Hadron collider,
I am Switzerland.
Moonlight when you fall upon,
Formless forms awaken me,
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3. |
Distant Song
04:24
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There was a dream that held a dream
Through seamless seams,
A feathered knight that held the night
As the wind whistles through,
A dormant sword lay patiently
Forged from metallic dust,
The thunder did drum,
Toss herself in the Storm,
Carrying her song.
A distant song unfolds in shades
Of heavy Blue chords,
And skims along the waves,
And into the graves of her sweet-hearts,
A dormant sword...
A printed map of all above,
Engraved upon eyelids,
Slept all day and then she did learn,
How much the Earth did turn.
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4. |
Dirty Fingernails
03:53
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Far from the foggy ship yard
And lived in dusky wood,
I landed in symmetrical town,
The tallest towers made out of blood,
Plastic alien couples with piercing vacant eyes,
Babylon posters, babylon shops,
Feeding them their lies.
I miss your dirty fingernails,
Scratching on my skin,
Rough voice breaks into strands,
And gently parcels me in.
Now I twist the moon-cog,
Create a vortex in the ether,
Climb inside another word,
So I can bring you nearer,
But soon the spell is broken,
And I'm brought back into Leer,
As a facist policeman tells me
I cannot stand 'ere.
I miss your dirty fingernails...
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5. |
Karolina (E. Bleach)
03:14
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6. |
Cold Waves Crest
04:26
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Under these black jagged rocks,
Stoney concrete wood,
She slept on a cold wave's crest,
Under a purple lantern sky,
He heard the dew falling,
And the silver wind folding,
Constant flow washed down her bones,
Returned back to the dust.
Oh love hide me down,
Under the ocean bed,
And in dreams I'll be with you.
As endless as this ocean flows,
Till the rocks melted down,
Till this Earth and Moon come unbound.
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7. |
Russian Waltz
03:44
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(Translation)
This man I know is very rare,
He is a giant, shameless devil,
We meet in the tavern.
And mumble straw-coloured memories.
What a pity I am in love with this scoundrel,
I don't care that I love very much this dead man.
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8. |
Starlit Night
03:25
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We went out on a starlit night,
There was a glowing of purple light,
Limehouse basin we did go,
Jim fell in yellow snow,
We went down for the pirate ships,
Our friend Oonagh took a dip,
Ewan spotted a big, black crow,
Into the water he did go.
Many a ship in this time forgot,
Many a smuggler here did plot,
And the hangman's noose here does lie,
Outside the tavern of ghostly cries,
In lowland narrows of London town,
Down and sinner are to be found,
In the hazardous frights of gambling den.
No escape for honest men,
Where the water of life is whiskey and gin,
And bleary-eyed sailors hunt for their sin,
Where the crabs and the lice are every bed companion,
And rats eats the babies to the baleful accordion.
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9. |
Renia's Waltz (D. Jim)
04:16
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Sing a song for the olden days,
Try to remember the olden ways,
Raise a glass and maybe we'll remember who we are.
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10. |
Wildest Rose
05:15
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We built a house on stilts as high as the moon,
Over river blades where I found you in the dunes,
Casting words of epic tales,
Of places where your poem sails,
In the fading smell of sleep,
You dove into the silent deep.
The wildest rose has the leastest thorns,
Your a fiery ball that lights my way till dawn.
These hearts they weave a web,
From gold and from lead,
Ancient faults create a rift between,
A salty loch and a silver stream.
The wildest rose...
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