1. |
Disclosure
02:14
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2. |
Is it ever enough?
07:03
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Is it ever enough?
Have you ever noticed how one
enjoys the colours of autumn?
How the sweetest images are
made from the suffering
of thousands of species
of another programed death?
How we condense it all
in a vessel,
the body of a child
made of light,
of golden leaves,
radiating.
At the end of all hope
Lies the edge of the vessel
In its fullness - its beauty -
We’re allowed to gaze
At the end of all hope
Where the end gives birth
To the sweetest swansong
We are blessed to behold
At the end of all hope
Life transcends into art
And the endless colours of death
Sweeten the canvas
At the end of all hope
We refuse to see
Anything but beauty
In its deepest meaning.
And as the child
runs through the sweetest
meadows of heaven
we are ignorant of the fact
that its birth was given
by fates more cruel
than any other exchange for a new life.
All life must be paid
but is there a limit to the price?
This child
is the only meaning I could find
in all these years.
So I try to grow it
no matter the price.
The price will be paid anyway
with or without the child;
so all that’s left
is to write about
some beautiful landscapes
of dying nature.
All life must be paid
but is there a limit to the price?
At the end of all hope
Lies the edge of the vessel
In its fullness - its beauty -
We’re allowed to gaze
At the end of all hope
Where the end gives birth
To the sweetest swansong
We are blessed to behold
At the end of all hope
Life transcends into art
And the endless colours of death
Sweeten the canvas
At the end of all hope
We refuse to see
Anything but beauty
In its deepest meaning.
All life must be paid
but is there a limit to the price?
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3. |
Disconnect
07:26
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У меня вот душа
Aştept să se-ntâmple ceva
Desprins
У меня вот душа
Спрашивая
Nimic nu are glas
Plutesc
У меня вот душа
Inspir
Моё сердце - окно
Mă scufund
У меня вот душа
И моя жизнь ушла
И всё потому что здесь
У меня вот душа
И не вижу конца
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4. |
Absence
10:24
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Absence was my eternal companion
as I grew with it by my side
always lurking, always feeding on me.
Living like this
turns you to stone
I struggle to comprehend
missing you.
I only know
that among the stars I gaze at,
i'm insignificant,
that the willows under which we gaze at eachother
are mere reflections
of what the world almost never means.
In this darkened pit
this wound of the sun
i cradle my ashes
as i fade away
among the roots
of my dearest visions
I scream
as the crows
feast on my chest.
You were too sick
to ever heal thyself
you were too sick...
Sometimes I gather all my writings
I frame them with withered leaves
I let the frost in
to paint my sullen walls
erase my heart from the madhouse.
My movements
are those of shivernig dolls
swiming through thick, dark air
towards a hand of light
to cut the cord.
My spine is greatly injured
by all those useless memories
I have to carry
in order to save some ephemeral words
that I cling to.
You were too sick
to ever heal thyself
you were too sick...
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5. |
Stand By
08:18
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As he was driving
He witnessed the horror
She was still alive
Still trying to get off the road
Crawling to the opposite lane.
It all happened fast
and the next car came
followed by another,
and another one.
(followed by another,
and another one.)
He didn’t watch.
He could not stop
and do something about it.
...at least ’tis what I tell myself.
I know you were expecting
someone else.
But, in fact, this is what I fear most.
What I already am.
What you already are.
A new species of passive beings.
I didn’t watch.
I didn’t have the time to stop
and do something about it.
This is why he watched the full moon
and punched the seats of my car
Because he witnessed that helpless, hopeless suffering
and I could (or would) do nothing (at all).
Don’t know if she survived
(please, Schrödinger, oh, please)
and I don’t know which is worse.
She may have kept on living, crippled, in a world of misery.
I was raised to love all souls,
and I mostly do.
But I’ve also learned to defend myself
with the thickest walls of lethargy.
This is why I watched the full moon
and punched the seats of my car.
As I was driving
I witnessed something horrible
And I stood by.
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6. |
Babel
03:35
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I’ve made a promise
and another promise
I’ve stacked them:
A Babel to reach the skies
But the skies keep getting higher
as I get weaker
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7. |
Third Path
12:00
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Sit cozy by the hearth
and listen
to the distant echoes
they scream of you
they are your own voice.
Who are you?
Who could you have been?
Here lies the door
that could split reality.
The axe hanging by a thread
above your head
is breathing.
Split!
You are now two beings
cast out in separate dimensions.
You don’t know about eachother anymore
An exemplary life
he had by this age.
But the ocean of life was gray
threatening to bury him alive
tormenting him
- little had meant his life
He sometimes watched the nightsky
and whispered to himself
„you fool, no man can live like this”.
All life has led me here
Never had a soul to love
Never had a soul to worry
For me, or me for them.
Never had a soul to love
Never had a soul to worry.
I lived life to the fullest
Ignored every rule
Got rid of every friend,
dedicated my life to art.
No wealth, no health
No comfort
just the joy of pure,
unhindered creation
marks my years.
Everything is empty
nothing worth investing time in
I forgot how to live like a man
I’m now a beast of stench.
Only art is left
a cauldron of despair
an empty gaze
there’s holes in my mind
but the dream may be fulfilled.
In all these ashes I have wandered
Barefoot and bleeding
Would a life of nostalgia
have been better?
I sometimes watch the nightsky
and whisper to myself
„you fool, no man can live like this”.
By now we know
The two worlds are alike
No universe is alone
Each opposite has a match
A common ground
A common gust of regret.
And no matter how much we wish
not even god has walked a third path.
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8. |
Garden of Silence
03:04
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9. |
Forgetful Chestfeeder
05:16
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without a word
without even a trace
something vanished from the house of my mind
leaving me abandoned
and free
I’ve been struggling to find out
if it was you
if it was your shadow, your memory
but I never did
so one day
when my shoes were long gone
I left this house
I left its door open
and under the grey, crooked trees
I limped with joy
I licked a grey sun
its crumbs cut my fingers
my tears did taste like coal
but they were empty
because I couldn’t understand what sadness was
I gazed at the sky like a forgetful child
as I was unable to process
the movement of the constelations
like shiny animals
eager to lick my hands
eager to feed from my open chest
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10. |
Север
01:09
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11. |
One Million Folds
08:09
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I folded my heart
like a piece of paper
millionfold
Some years back
I used to write its surface
the most beautiful handwriting
the most beautiful story
One day, though, my world
got this habbit
of disintegrating under my feet
and never stopped since.
Since then I fold my heart
piece after piece
smaller and smaller
harder
until the wrinkles have torn
small rifts of forgetfulness
and turn the paper to stone
I kept folding it
but sometimes have the weakness
to open it and watch
no matter how far I fold
the wrinkles never erase that one word
that breaks me each time
And so I fold again
with trembling hands
tear after tear
the wet stone is closed again
but my mind is an open wound
And I would die to end this
to forget how to open the stone
I would kill for peace
I would kill for peace
I would slay for silence
To erase that beauty
from my watchful eye
millionfold
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12. |
Closure
01:15
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