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Rustling Woods I
04:26
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Jau sutemus mes pasiekeme mišką
Menulis kabėjo ir švietė pro medžių šakas
Apemė toks jausmas, jausmas kad čia jau buvome
Iš toli sklinda garsas kaip sušalusio paukščio daina.
Aš nežinojau kas esu
Nutolęs nuo miesto kaminų
Kur medžiai šnabžda iš toli
Naktis gyvena tuom kuom tu tiki
Bet aš nežinojau kas esu
Tarp medžių, buties ir samanų
Šį vakar tai skamba gal kiek keistai
Naktis gyvena tuom kuom tu tiki
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2. |
Garbage Sky
06:11
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Meaning seems, resonate slightly
But I can’t get what it is
In a lull, in a stillness
There is no scene of an end
From the soil, looking up, at the garbage sky
Sinking in, breathing in, carbon monoxide
And perhaps this is it, and perhaps it’s only sparkle
Calling through, calling soon, calling into real
Feeling drawn, getting insightful
But I guess it’s all right
Soaring high, through the seasons
And I take you in
From the soil, looking up, at the garbage sky
Sinking in, breathing in, carbon monoxide
Seeing good, seeing grim, seeing what I care about
In a dream, neighborhood, with the old friends of mine
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3. |
I See a Goldmine
04:34
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I see a goldmine
And all its green glow
Surrounded by the oak trees
The ocean, is dying out
Waves wash the coastline
Before the night
And in silence
Men stood in line
And gazed at sea
Oh, to the sea
Under the stars
The moon rises high
Shining the way
To the goldmine
If only I
If only I
If only I
Somehow get inside
Lingering sounds
A place left behind
Carpet of leaves
Decaying on ground
By the salty waters
A moment of bliss
By the night, by the sea
sets a peaceful scene
of fright
Deep inside
I see a goldmine
And all its green glow
Surrounded by the oak trees
The ocean, is dying out
Waves wash the coastline
Hanging there without the rhythm,
without the place,
without the beating heart
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4. |
Fields of Dandelion
03:00
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Come over, come over my dear
Through the fields of dandelion
Through the smallest kingdoms yard
Through the shade of childhood manor grounds
Listen, can you hear the crickets hum?
Can you hear our lady sing?
Dancing drunk queen!
Pouring all her heart into the nightfall
Hang on, a girl from the valley cried,
While practicing witchcraft
She said
Follow me, and let the dead...!
…bury their own dead.
As it goes in the verses of
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5. |
Auriga
02:46
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Una sedia di legno con le molle
il vento, un auriga fra le fronde
e giù per la valle che s‘affloscia
lungo le sponde dell‘Argentino che scroscia
E gli uccelli migratori come clacson lontani
(lontani movimenti, latrare dei cani)
dirigono il traffico tra la steppa ed i pantani
(paludi e pantani di giunchi americani)
La vastità è una ricchezza animale
(animale come il sogno, partire, meditare)
orna di indaco l‘agonia del sostare
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Rustling Woods II
05:15
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7. |
Octopus Boom
04:37
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Two white plastic chairs
someone made signs in the sand
dusty windowsills
empty swimming pools
Welcome to our machine
as souls on fragile boats
like wondering ghosts
on the borderline
What is on your mind?
European child
on a purple screen
on a TV screen
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8. |
Transhumance
08:03
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Non attraversare
Non attraversare
Non attraversare la corrente.
Slow transhumance,
grazing horses at rest.
The moon, adrift in the well,
mammals nursing breasts.
Mountains made of clay.
Mountains made of clay.
Mountains made of clay, disenchanted.
(Piemenėliai tyli
Klausosi perkūno
Aušrai pasirodžius
Paukštelius skaičiuoja)
Muschio sulle rocce
Teschio della notte
Specchio occhio, nera calma, fiume all’orizzonte
(Piemeneliai sėdo
Po liaunu berželiu
Po sunkios naktalės
Skamba jų dūdelės)
We sleep between two dozing beasts,
right here, beyond the mist.
Our few words dissolve in the plain,
in the restless bleating of herds
of herds
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9. |
O Brolyti
03:22
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Aš niekada nebūsiu tikras ar teisingai gyvenu
Bet juk aš turiu tave
Ir tu man iškarto pasakyk, man laiškelio nerašyk
Kaip man šokti ir kaip verkt
Pamatysi kas blogai
Pagiriuosies dar ilgai
Kažkodėl jauties keistai
Ką gi žmonės pasakys
Šaltais kumčiais pagrasys
Ir kiemą išvarys
O brolyti papasakok koks mėlinas dangus,
girdėjau toj šalelėj jis nuostabus
Papasakok kaip saulė nuo langų,
atsispindi ir pradingsta už stogų
Lėtais žingsniais mes keliaujam iš pietų o aplinkui apsivalimo laužai
Žmonės stovi ir linguoja iš kiemų, žmonės stovi ir linguoja iš kiemų
O brolyti kaip man neramu, paukščiai kyla ir pradingsta už stogų
Kaip norėčiau pamatyti kaip gyveni
Kaip norėčiau pamatyti kaip gyveni
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Mavi Express Copenhagen, Denmark
Mavi Express is an indie-folk / experimental rock band based in Copenhagen.
Noisy Beehive Records.
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