1. |
Adjusting to Light
09:49
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at dawn we stand facing our time
with charcoal on our hands hailing the fire
lost somewhere in a mess of ubiquitous grime
still only learning to feed this yearning
a release from this primeval urge
acronymous wars turn the nameless to known
we build bases on mars and measure the soul
yet a monkey still sits upon the throne
in the end of the day
we're just meat around the bone
wallowing in our dirt
[chorus]
I just only want to show you
there's a way out of this cold waste
I just only want to show you
that warmth remains after the embers fade
but the world is still too wide for our eyes
still veered on the inside
adjusting to light
my music, my words, my quivering pen
my scalpel, my torch, my magnifying lens
my army - just me and my musical friends
just lowly cavemen, beating oil drums
howling idly at the twilight of the end
[chorus]
[solo ku]
the last of aeons gone
what have we become?
shadows on the wall;
powerless and numb
come escape with me
release the ape within
over the great fence
ask not for what expense
for soon we'll all see green
beyond this dying dream
with eyes like two black holes
the gateway to our souls
in flesh deformed
[solo ku]
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2. |
The Hive
06:30
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here's to my life
that, in a way
I have survived
in the hive
where life's become a crime
son, you gotta mark my words
I've been around, down and out
way before your birth
so you thought you knew
about the big wheel
and uh, the works
but let me tell you
you don't know fire
unless you've been burnt
it's the only way we will ever learn
son, there is no shelter from this sensory storm
force-fed by sharp neon tongues
the gospel of the whore
here love means flesh and flesh is...
uh, aplenty for your thirst
but in order to join the meat-packin' men
you gotta let them in through
your back door first
it's the only way to the humidor
in this hive wound from neon
built on treachery and crime
in this far-cry for freedom
black teeth greet you with a smile
in the hive you can feel
a lifetime pass in a while
life ain't the same
same as survival
[solo ku]
[solo tj]
[solo ku]
son, you better keep an eye
for the blackened suits
the only ones you can really trust
are the prostitutes
'cause in the skyline's darkest bends
words can easily fall mute
and when the gravity of things
calls for another truth
they pull you out like a tooth
it's the only way out for me and you
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3. |
Firewood
06:01
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it's all said now
straight to my face
a poem to remind me
of better days
of early winter mornings
in sightings only lovers see
and sounds one only hears
falling asleep
a whisper, and they're already gone:
graveyards and hedgerows
remnants of home
a sleepwalker in the snow
in shadows I thought I was alone
in silence soon forlorn
by the strangest song:
firewood the walls burning golden
a passing dream
I tend to lose myself in
a landscape on a velvet rope
crystalline in my outright time of need
to drown this heart, this longing
this bitter hope
that one day we could restore
the colours in the horizon
in feathers, safe and warm
be something we were ages ago
so that one day
we could close the door
shut out this cold
your place same as always before
one day
my shoes next to yours;
you put the radio on
it's been so long
only memories
the quietest breeze can snuff out
[trees catching fire by the grey shoreline]
only memories, passing ghosts
these ephemeral dreams
taking shapes morose
with these memories
from a former life
in a sanctum within
as it subsides
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4. |
Ascension
05:39
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a sole flyer
in the rippling face
of a fractured sky
in the pieces of a dawn
survival
in the trembling pace
the atmosphere high
her chances long gone
sheer daylight;
her hands are numb
as she soars out of the clouds
another one in her head
now is her time
to break the chain
and try to catch the sun
while it's still up there
oh, the pride she feels for this chance
to be able to die for nothing
the horizon
her only friend
she can't be held back now
in her pursuit divine
her eyes on
fields turbulent
solar fire all around
as it catches her mind
oh, the scarlet breeze, the way it feels:
to soar as fast and as high
like nothing
no longer searching for balance
no longer feeling torn in half, but as one
not gazing up into the sun
not in servitude to its power, but as one
not segregated from the fire
not isolated from the wind, but as one
not disconnected from the water
not alienated from the earth, but as one
never fly too close to the sun
never fly too close to the sea
never fly too close to the sky
[solo tj]
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5. |
Grey
04:40
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6. |
Sahara
03:23
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7. |
Nowhere
05:06
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here I wade
through sand and debris
this shifting plain
it's bound to get
under your skin
grain by grain:
the promised land
a colony
on move with
the migrating dunes
resolute
to live through
a night of june
another bite
of the desert moon
in surroundings
transforming as we wade
can we ever relocate?
trapped in this hourglass
treading sandy trails
the same sand to bury and
convey our remnants away
are we going somewhere?
all this time has been slipping through our grip
all this time we've been nowhere-bound
[solo tj]
[solo ku]
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8. |
Desperado Sundown
06:11
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I've been waiting for you oh so long
been waiting like for a summer breeze
to touch the wintry seas
a summer breeze, a solemn breeze
in twilight shade, hours can deceive
the timepiece can start ticking
quite differently:
how long it's been, one million years?
apparently
like a stranger, you walk towards me
asking 'care to take a piece of my misery?'
while the waves roll out and crawl back into the sea
and falling heaven's columns seize
these hours into lucid dreams
the minutes freeze
the seconds cease
serenity
a world of peace
[chorus]
clothed yet nude
I stand here in front of you
I'm see-through
my childhood, my youth
are run down in ruins
lay to waste
my wisdom, my truth;
they just tighten up the noose
don't go cold on me now;
follow me beyond shade and sound
past the props, past the blank charade;
I'll be waiting where
the childhood summers go to fade
[solo ku]
[solo tj / ku]
[chorus]
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9. |
Anywhere
07:05
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hello old man in the attic:
can you tell us a story?
beyond what can be deciphered by man
beyond what remained drawn into the sands
what the wishing well wasn't able to tell
what was planted in sea-salt air
in kingdoms where there never were kings
escape here
anywhere. anything
nameless colors
unseen visions
beyond images
where does it lead, this crooked path:
desolation or a holy land?
[sun, shade, birth, grave]
and what's the difference anyway
if we have lost the vision that we once had
people, we're just bees and flies
no fault in the starlit skies
for all in all
if we just opened our eyes
we could see through times
MOTHER
here we are, blooming
the black fruit of your womb
GRACE
is unbecoming of you
the arms of your keeper
they shall be your tomb
to keep your death alive
GREED
says you'll be alright
as long as you're mine
as long as we'll divide
GRAVE
only ready to take
no life to give
just willing to tear us apart
until the end of our time
old man:
tell your tale at last
hope lives in the past
not in these moments we have
slipping through our reach
bring us
anything but this
anywhere but here
keep us nice and warm
keep our wounds stitched
but first
better raise a glass
or better make it two
while we're still here
before we disappear:
one for the beckoning night and
another one for the unkind
[solo ku]
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10. |
Silence
00:56
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