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Northern Overture
05:26
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What’s the distance you’d go
to prove that you love me;
would you see if the ice holds,
would you die for me for no reason at all?
With our souls in the shade of the branches
words so idle sour the time
I say farewell to Prudence
and my heart grows
cold with the night
And I know nothing will change
and in this way I’ll gladly waste
the days of then,
now
and to come -
tied to a foreign feeling that I still drag along
The rain hits hard on the panes,
the old devil moon haunts me through the night
among the cities alive with music
just to remind how
we don’t belong
In your eyes I’ve seen the world’s end
the furthest of colds ever seen
I strip myself from all doubt
and welcome the dark with my arms out
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And the morning arrives early
like mornings tend to do
I see their eyes as lifeless
graveyards
with words cold like polished steel
Somewhere in the distance
the trains are passing by
against the canvas of Northern evening
that cuts right through the years
Come early days of April
with all the cruelty it keeps -
watch the sun set sadly over the houses
while the world is still asleep
The birds are slowly circling
over the old courtyard,
my days slowly slip into the darkness
and what chokes my insides
is a song from recurring dreams
I carry heavy like a stone -
a song from recurring nightmares
that cut right to the bone
Slowly arrives Summer
dressed in blue and green
and the years they crack like gentle crystal
in the grasp of swines that feast
If nothing ever changes,
how can I face the eyes I meet -
when the verses all are written
and the piano keys are mute?
Do you eyes still fill with water
from the poems that you read,
is there any sort of sadness
when the last of the books are burned?
Images of dying start to pave their way
And I claim boldly
that none of this will darken your skies
when the pigs have taken over
and the serenade is dead
When the songs filled with lifesblood
are driven into the sea
and the dawn comes sadly dawning on
new Europe’s fascist dreams
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3. |
Some Things Stay Young
10:24
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She falls into my arms with eyes
true and pure
a heavy sigh brakes the silence
in the shelter of my room
She is the singer of sad songs
and I know the language she speaks -
it’s made of steel and concrete walls
and wind that cracks the leaves
”If I lay here what happens to me,
and can you answer what love
replaces the things I feel?”
I watched her die
a night after night
neck deep in tomorrow’s memories
makes sorrow wet her eye
Little diamonds roll against her fragile cheeks,
fall like little nails to a bucket
of time that refuses to cease
”If I lay here what will come of me?
if you’d carry the keys to my cage, now
would you set me free?
”These two-eyed blinking monsters come out every night
They paint my skies with coldest grey
until no colours remain
And one of these endless mornings
they will find a way
to punch a hole to the vault of heaven and
let the spiders rain
Then my heart will perish and all my love with it
What hope can ever kill these fears inside of me?”
I watch her little arms cut shapes to Northern sky
like some other boy watched
some other girl
and others that came before
To whom the grass bent with the evenings
and young hearts were alive
and the days were soft like summer rain
for a short lifetime
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Broad daylight horrors,
remain static and unfulfilled
Drawn to tighter and tighter circles,
distracted and unfulfilled
Flashing memories of bending treetops,
spending the pages on the book of your youth
The notion of hours amount to nothing -
time’s just a turn of the wheel
But that is a mere memory
of a life you traded for this:
never going,
yet ever staying -
this cradled unconsciousness
Vivid images of violent convulsions
smear the remains of the warmth in her eyes
The flesh that you wanted to be yours
turns to chains that forever confine
With a voice that pierced the sunset
now cast your wishes to broken stone
The calm that claimed you deathless
now claims your hopes
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Did you wish to walk a new into the twilight,
Did you wish for a new dawn to break;
the discord of progress dead silent -
a night to welcome first dreams?
The fog is over
The words are over
The numbers are over
The guilt is over
To punish to world with a violence
calm and relentless in nature
These blue eyes reflect the deaths of
your buildings, pariahs and conventions
So laugh and let lose all you cared for -
there’s nothing or no one you’ll miss
Behind the fragmented textures
of fear and true horror
there has to be more than this
Than this illusion
that life is such -
a compressed fire
not hot or cold to touch
Are you at ease with being nothing -
coming and leaving the same?
Robbed of your will to start existing -
coming and leaving the same?
Abandoned gods and lords of good faith
piled in heaps of vanished memories
or drifting lifeless with our now void morals
fiercely clawing to break the blackness
in a world sterile and uncaring
constructed of glowing chrome walls -
reflecting all, but exposing nothing
no feelings, no history
No memories what you were made of
total loss of language in a western wasteland
Married to the miseries of each tear your ever shed
I can not blame you, I also never cared
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Nowhere’s where you came from
and mute was the language you claimed
It is safer to long for nothing
as no sadness darkens your face
All this we did for you,
the days remain their steady pace
I’ll cradle your hopes like vice grips
you’ll yearn for nothing again
“in my dreams I stood in a field...but now I fear
that I’m steadily going insane.
Not anxious waiting anymore, but fear
to face my possible memories.”
Sons and daughters
of most unfortunate end
neck deep in a sea of poisoned waters
witness as everything ceases to re-begin
“Motionless and unharmed,
her touch like thousand suns,
white hot on my sharp body...
whispers spreading over the oceans
and reflected back again,
and we bathed in deathless touches,
entwined as there was
no one else left.”
Fabrications of existing
Fabrications of moral ground
Fabrications of having any value
To no end
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7. |
The Sorrowful Heavens
04:03
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To lay beneath you
while the years expire
To lay beneath
your bones
All the tears that I brought you,
I can not say that I’m sorry
Unanswered lust to be held,
I can not say that I’m sorry
I can not say that I’m sorry
for all the ways I did you wrong
and the fears that I brought you
I can not say that I’m sorry
To lay beside you
while the waters cease
To lay beside your bones
Eyes vivid like liquid silver
as the heavens slowly end
Words flow through the still warm ash
as we watch the dark descent,
while the stars go dim in your precious sky
while the heavens slowly end
To be freed from that sterile misery,
to be freed from that broken bell
To still embrace you
when the hours are over
To still embrace your bones
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