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In Motion
i see him turn away
although my eyes are shut with emptiness
and again the rain falls down
together with me
this blood in my body runs for you
drink my tears as i cry
my heart and my mind crave for you
drink my tears as i cry
it is sad how the rain falls down
i see you walk away
falling down i cry and scream your name
and again the rain falls down
together with me
my ache is yours as i am
drink my tears as i cry
Saturnine
The day you went away
You had to screw me over
I guess you didn't know
all the stuff you left me with
is way too much to handle
But I guess you don't care
You don't need to preach
you don't have to love me, all the time
Whatever on earth possessed you
to make this bold decision
I guess you don't need me
While whispering those words
I cried like a baby
hoping you would care
You don't need to preach
you don't have to love me, all the time
You don't have to preach
all the time
Nighttime Birds
Their ways are open
they spread as their wings
they want to be certain
of a warm surrounding
When they fly
through the night as beautiful
nighttime birds
The warm wind picks them up
When they fly
through the night as beautiful
nighttime birds
Strange Machines
it has always been in the back of my mind
dreaming about going to the corners of time
i always wanted to fly in strange machines
i wanna do centuries in a lifetime
and feel it with my hands
touch the world war II and Cleopatra
flying...
could it be that my dream would come true
building a machine that would actually do
what i want it to do
russian revolution, let's do that in one day
Beethoven and Gershwin i think that would be o.k.
more than anything i wanna fly in strange machines
i wanna do centuries in a lifetime
and see it with my eyes
watch Jesus rise, if he ever did
flying...
i wanna do centuries in a lifetime
and feel it with my hands
touch renaissance and Chaka Khan
flying…
Dopuna: 17 Sep 2006 1:19
Eléanor
underneath the mask you've buried yourself into
it's coal-black
i am tired of the gulping that you do
every day a new face
what if i unscrew
your own identity
wouldn't you guess there's nothing left of you?
the quicksand of life drags us
down into the circle
one day. we might not catch you
i feel sorry for what you try to do
breaking others down. to try and to pursue
your own selfish interests
i am starting to get sick of you
whatever happened ever since you left
you make yourself and me look like fools
Every Day Is Like A Thousand Years
It's the magic of a thousand years,
Tell me if it's real
The colours in the church are turning
Like a wheel,
And when the king comes in, the whole world changes
Everyday is like a thousand years
Crusaders are writing home with a pencil full of blood.
The silence of the monks, the knights
With swords drowned in mud
A whole lotta faith shows you the way.
Everyday is like a thousand years
Gregorius leads the choir, King Arthur tells a tale,
The knights of the sword finally find the Holy Grail,
Lead me to the crossing between dark and the light,
The sun in the cathedral turns the sky into blue and white.
On the magician's birthday you will be there,
When the God of light will eternally take care
Drives away the demons, Epicur writes a letter
If you follow him, Augustin makes you feel better.
Everyday is like a thousand years
Anachrone Circles
It's in the air, and it shines like rain.
I think you didn't notice, it's coming back again.
Listen very closely, you might hear the sound.
It's getting deeper, spinning around.
The green-eyed lady of the lowlands, sitting in a silver chair.
She gave me some postcards, orange in her hair.
She turns iron into silver, plastic into gold.
About these Celtic rings, no story has been told.
It's all about inspiration, empty pages in a book
You are changing colour every time I look
A perfect circle is created by a different tool
Some food at the station, yes, that's cool
Anachrone circles in the sky,
You may catch them if you try.
Meet me at the demasqué and make my day.
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