1. |
All Tomorrows
04:47
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All tomorrows gone, all I’ve gathered - lost forever, all tomorrows gone
The time has come for me to die, my breath is slowing down now
The final word is left unsaid - there is no more tomorrow
All the things I have collected will be left behind to waste away
All the things I’ve learned and mastered will be gone in a moment
There’s no escape, I cannot hide - my heart is slowing down now (I’m so scared)
I know now there’s no other side once I close my fading eyes
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2. |
TranscendenZ
02:28
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3. |
Human Again
07:34
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Winds don't ever cease,
Ripples from shore to reeds
On into the barren heath
Frogs can live inside this drifting
Mirror of clouds
Underwater milder climates.
Now:
Sudden burst of sparrows
Darts across the lake
Boldly – takes my breath
Not enough though to be real:
Alien gift to the corner of my eye
No shelter to be found here for
Stalkers in the wind
We wait in vain to learn
From the lake and the fog
The warblers and the reeds
Sudden shift into the domes of desire
Half the soul dislocated:
Plunge, black avalanche
All-embracing down-the-mind
Dark fear in me - which soul is mine,
Which half am I?
Dug into soil, eyes devoted to the rain
Remember me
When the sun’s no comfort now
Dark fear in me - which soul is mine,
Which half am I?
Dug into soil, eyes devoted to the rain
Remember me when the sun's
No comfort now
When the sun is no comfort
The sun is no comfort,
The sun is no comfort now
We used watch our toys turn to dust
Make frogs burst to blood with cigarettes
This, or so, we tell each other
As if to state a cosy past
My fingers dug into the sour gravel
To become human again, human again
Remember me
When the sun is no comfort
The sun is no comfort
The sun is no comfort -
For such is the wheel of innocence
We'll become human again,
Human again...
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4. |
Marrakech
02:36
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Good night. This house my own, with damp windows to the sea, the shell I'd always longed for, its definite silence, and all this time to be a hermit of delicate
private luxuries. White time for perfection and imperfection
Night flows in through the roof, full of dogs barking.
Distant noises ring in the darkness,
The light of my candle dies softly.
The cool air of the night
Compressed the tired light
Of the yellowish bulb,
Stars up in the sky sigh a frosty sigh.
My house stands in the plain lands
On rocky ground, here by the sea.
My little house stands near the Atlantic ocean
That in its cold emptiness
Breaks thundering on rocks.
And the night
Surrounds us strange and black
Like the far side of the moon.
Far from Marrakech in freezing emptiness
I'm lying here and listening into the night.
The radio speaks so Arabic in Marrakesh.
There's a camel in the desert
And it's walking to the beat,
There's an Arab on the camel
And he's walking to the beat too, yeah.
The radio speaks so Arabic:
‘White Time’
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5. |
Sorry
10:58
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How to say sorry
Blank feeling like a pre-Euro coin now
...falls accidentally in my hands
What was this? What is it now?
Now is the second-to-last round
These are the final decades
...nothing but catastrophe can bring
change
Weeks blurring past like a speed train
The past a big bowl of mush
That pushes me back into the silent halls
of the mind
Sorry, I didn’t mean it
I’m just a little lame (lamb)
A halo of forgetfulness surrounds me
Sorry, I didn’t mean it,
I’m just getting dumb
Here I’m melting in the summer sun
Sorry, I didn’t mean it,
Cerebellum was taking over
Must have caught a trojan in my brain
Sorry, I didn’t mean it,
I grab the baseball stick and...
The violent need to
Feel someone’s cartilage yield
To bite through flesh
Kick bone to pulp
While thunderstorms rage
Inside your middle ear
And multiple heartbeats
Throb up your neck
Golden fireworks of violence
Bloom across your sight
A taste of burnt rubber
On a scorched lump of tongue
I don't speak, I don't think.
You try to call - I am a wall
Here I sit, after all
Less to say - so common now
I read mickey mouse while people die
Friends drown black, they're raging dry
I don't fight, I don't care
Faces and tears floating by
What I see is what I know
Is what I see is what I know
Broken flowers, falling towers
Does anything mean anything at all?
When they smile at you on the TV show
Does anything mean anything at all?
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6. |
Bell Jar
06:03
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Once it was the dark of night,
Alleys with cobblestone
The foggy winter, not one soul,
The emptiness of wasted time
Hours spent alone with a leaking bottle,
Words bleeding from my hands,
The fast fast candle a state of mind,
And pain a shade of black and red
Days screamed between the nights,
And nights were waking pain
My soul was pinned on the edge of dawn,
Stretched along these endless hours
I lived in a dome, fed on childhood milk,
The air to stale to breathe
Complete isolation, yet I found my voice,
Left with nothing but a past of lies
All that we learn is bound to be wrong
Cause winds always turn
There's more than one song
3000 miles south from my home
I built a country of my own
Customs and speech become relative
When you understand that we're alone
Human nature's not beautiful,
But accidental as the rest
Nothing new expect to find,
It's all the stale air of domes
All that we learn is bound to be wrong
Cause winds always turn
There's more than one song
Later I learnt that the dome is made of
Confining memories
Learnt to forget the past
To breathe a stronger air
Maybe this ain't true, babe
Maybe it ain't as nice,
Maybe real-world colour is close to
grey, and the inner eye seeks for more
All that we learn is bound to be wrong
Cause winds always turn,
There's more than one song
All that we learn is bound to be wrong
Cause winds always turn,
There's more than one song
When human voices wake us up,
We drown anyway...
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7. |
First Rain
05:24
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And all of a sudden the first
hard rain hits cedar and beech,
the last crimson flame of Autumn
It quenches, whips the soil into drains,
Hurls chestnuts down the mossy trunks,
and drowns ripe grains.
When the forest flattens under the brunt
The air is sea, a crushing hand
Then widen your eyes, breathe on your skin
The season of the soul is bidding you in.
The rain has ceased, there's light on the earth
The forest is breathing its loam-clad birth of
Autumn, carpets of fog wash low over roots
Through cold bracken and pearl from my boots.
It's been a long night
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8. |
Arklow
06:56
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I usually watch and wait until I'm sure
I usually watch and wait until I'm sure
I usually watch and wait until I'm sure
I'm watching now, and now I'm sure:
This is Purgatory, this is Purgatory
Irish province, Arklow, the year's 2002
The salad dressing's vinaigrette
Whole-grain dijon mustard too
The sun won't set before eleven,
The wine's Australian, cheap and glorious too
Middle-class baby's hair gelled-up
Like Sting in Dune
How to be hip here, how to be anything?
The food is perfect, nothing happens,will ever.
Apartments in black-roofed developments by
The Irish seashore: that's the best that you can do.
Rod Stewart muzak. almost not there - forever.
Canned rebels, Bob Dylan Pie
Provence-style - give it an accent or two
While your Pakistani boss takes it out on you
(and you know that you'd do the same too)
The guy next table ingratiates the
Young Ukrainian waitress
Ignores his bland wife, no kids yet:
No money for Ukrainian babysitters,
Both groan while they eat
Black tiles on their heads, Candles in the sunlight
Burn till the weak sun goes down
Today and forever
Today and forever
Days like slime at the bottom of the harbour
Wait till it's eleven, so we can finally sleep
Till it all starts over again
In Purgatory, in Purgatory, in Purgatory
After the plane crashed into the factory, the town shook hard and houses came down.
I met God in the hotel lift, his face made of ebony
3 tears rolled down my face...
And all my life rolled into 1 -
I was a boy again, you were a girl again:
Finally our histories entwined
And we became 1...
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9. |
News From The Outside
04:43
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Night games, jammed doors: you play outside,
I play inside: touching the wall
Night moths you brought lovingly, you bring
to me, never reaching me
You're nothing but your coal eyes, and I can
only see the night that erases your face
Here's news from the outside
Quiet and silent overnight, upon the wind,
upon the edge it's been shed
Wide blue lightning howls along the brim,
the razor edge of colourless words
You're nothing but your coal eyes, and I can
only see the night that erases your face
Here's news from the outside
Two eyes made of coal try to decode, to ride
from here into the heat
News from the outside - the word for today,
to ride from here: return to sender
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10. |
The Sum
13:49
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From the inside of a nightmare
I know yours ain't any better.
Pictures burning fast, but they don't stop.
Taken by the waters I stumble, I turn.
Days are lightning, you scream too fast
Touch sensation, making love and walk on air
Fast elation, silken skin and fragrant hair
Desperation, unaware of stiller ways
Desolation, your absence for a hundred days
Weather station, static waves of undertow
Invocation, monochromatic picture show
Incantation, lover of a thousand lights
Celebration of a million golden nights
Sometimes the heart lies open
Like a flower blessed by rain
These are the moments when we can let go
That’s the moment when some choose God,
And others choose to do good
These are the moments when we can choose
Why give myself to a concept?
Why look so far away?
Why not to choose to love the ones that care?
When this moment came to me,
I knew I was ready to give
And I gave you all my heart
Hold on, you said, but I could not hold myself.
Then leave me, you said, but I'd fallen far behind.
Take me, I said, and your eyes were golden globes.
See now, you said, and filled the darkness of my mind
Believe me, I said,
There shall be no Pavlov love.
Pray hear, she said, no more words of incantation.
Take me, I said and your eyes were golden globes.
See now, you said, and filled the darkness of my mind
The radiance of you, when Orion fills the night
I'll learn the sky anew and I breathe you
Forever
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