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The riverbank
03:50
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In a river that smells like the sea
I dropped some words, sad thoughts written long ago
And then I picked some stones
And saved them for me
In a crowded square with giant heads
I sat by a fountain to stare at people walking by
Looking for life, hiding white lies
Would you dare ask them why?
All I needed was a bed, at least for that night
In an empty park with a palace in my back
I took off my shoes and waited for the storm
And when I realized you would not come
I set my clothes on fire and tore my flag apart
And from that day on…
I’ve sung other lullabies
I’ve eaten other apple pies
I’ve laid my neck on other arms
Unlocked the door to my heart
And I told myself that we were through
And made new friends and met women too
And I’ve almost finished writing a book
And one night I came back from the moon
And yet when I awake
I can’t help to dream about…
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2. |
New face
02:10
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I woke up to a new face
A new smell in my hands
And though I’d never seen this place
At home I felt within thyself
I kissed her forehead
She smiled at me
And then I walked away
A new illusion
That’s all we need
To face another day
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3. |
Blinded in Praha
04:02
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I heard them sing in the distance
But I was blinded by the sun
So I reached out for someone, grabbed an arm
And said “would you walk me home?”
That someone was a lady
Whose freckled nose I can’t recall
But she left a mark on my skin
Right before we laid down to sleep
And then she asked me to keep talking
Just to hear my voice
So I closed my eyes and sang this song
And I squeezed her hands and then I let them go
And I got up and left her there to dream alone
For the two of us were too afraid to love
We’ve been looking for each other ever since that night
And I thought I heard her singing once but I was blind
So I ramble around, hoping to be found
And I leave a trail of eyelashes behind
Until her lips come back
To breathe with mine
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4. |
Rice, cake & wine
02:53
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I walked with no direction through a curtain of rain
until I was trapped in the chaos of the beauty around my head
I thought of going back to my room as my feet were soaking wet
But I had no more dry shoes and a raindrop on my cigarette
Reminded me why I was there
The golden door won’t open but the crowd still waits outside
And the soldiers no longer bother to keep the line
An old woman begs for money and forgets about her child
While time marches on, passing judgment on us all
And leaving pure love behind
Death came to serve my table but I looked the other way
And so the game continued as I learnt to play
I tried to go out dancing but my hair went gray
“if you want hope” she said, “you must cope with pain and hate
until you forgive yourself, that’s the price you’ll have to pay”
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5. |
The day you did not...
02:19
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The black clouds were crying
And the wind was complaining
I had seen a hundred angels
But I was far from heaven
I was crossing the last bridge
I was trying not to think
When we looked at each other
And you did not recognize me
I kept walking towards the station
But I couldn’t escape the thought
That I didn’t mean so much to you
After all
And of course I’ll have more lovers
But I really liked you babe
I guess I never realized
I’d be so easy to forget
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6. |
Turpentine dreams
04:13
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Though her milky teeth are not sharpened enough
the Moon still bites Saint Michael’s sword
which has carved on her plastic chest
the dead old words of dead old men
who are now worshipped by the deaf.
From afar I see her glisten
getting wet on the world’s ink
albeit the roar of traffic forbids my listen
to the chants her maids sing whilst we sink.
I cannot even begin to ascertain
the flame that dyes on her burning lips
but please let me praise her wisdom
oh please let me lick her feet
so that when the rust stains her eyelids
and the sewers lay mouths at her hips
I be the first unknown poet
to ever rejoice in our defeat.
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