1. |
Hydrogen Haiku
01:34
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Pour qui la traverse à pas de géants, écoute.
Oxygénation cérébrale, rien ne tient.
Perte de connaîssance, brève, complète, brutale et irréversible.
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2. |
Paradise of Free Souls
07:18
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Passionate and traumatized this tribe,
Flying low across the sea,
In the paradise of free souls,
Trying not to lose the face,
Then invincible night arises
Calling you to stay away
So they wonder who you are
You're in dead-end soul
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3. |
Caravan Carnival
04:53
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Waiting for the drink though, magic touch,
Into the unknown, something goes.
Tops of the pine trees, dancing with the wind,
Breathing wholly, perfect will.
Waiting by the window, all alone.
Never hold, a thought on your own.
That mule died in silence, she is so old,
Calling a night though, calling home.
Suitcase in the corner, full of holes,
It belonged to Mr. Maynard, he have turned to dust now.
A telephone rang in the middle of the night, there was no one on the line,
Telephone message, from the dead.
Waiting for the drink though, magic touch,
Into the unknown, something goes.
Carnival moves slow, is it so,
I can tell, by seeing tracks in the snow.
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4. |
Sunday
05:43
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Waking up, lying on the ground
careless sight of some human kind
leave me just 150kr for my beer tonight
it's another foggy sunday, you know
I should take a shower and go around
at the mall buying clothes or a new hat
you know i hate it, don't you? come on
some people wear nasty floral shirt
some people go to the church
some people love to lie, take pills and laugh, burn out
i would tell them just "what the hell!"
Well, I suppose, sometimes telling a story is a hell of the thing or kind of a joke.
I have arrived to the small Slavic speaking town at the late night, with the last train.
The hills and mountains, the wind and the cold encircled the town.
As I, left the train-station, it started to rain.
The dense mist was covering the tops of the hills and although it was invisible
I knew that the castle stood there, it was there and I needed to get in there.
I made my way through, as it looked like the main square.
Few lonely streetlights were hanging on poles
The glooming red light, from the old hotel sign painted the shadows in red
The ground drank the rain and the stars were cold and sharp.
I reached the local bar, i went inside
I gazed through the smoke and loud laughter, still I could feel something was not right
Everyone was looking at me as I was making my way to the bar.
I was different, I was a stranger, I was an alien
Like in a dream, I realized that I am lying with my face to the ground
I remember it's Sunday, I decleare that Sunday is a blue and miserable day
It's Sunday, It's Sunday (it's you), and I am depressed
you'd better change your diet (gin tonic and wine now)
you'd better wake up at 5 (but 5 in the morning)
ahh (come on, come on, bring the sunday, yeah)
you'd better pay for Jesus (VISA electronic)
i tried but it didn't work out (what about Buddha?)
i tried with Buddha but he was fat and slow
it's sunday, ahahahhahah
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5. |
Dūmo Šokis
03:52
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Ant palangės, miega katinas
O virtuvėj kavos kvapas
Ir lauke sninga pelenais
Praeiviai skuba gilyn į naktį
Mėnulis migdo, mėnulis šypso,
Balkone rūksta cigaratė
Dūmo šokis naktyje
Atremptas į sieną
Įskilęs veidrodis
Nusetas dulkių
Ten atsipindi
Blausus sietynas
Jo atspindys
Sukuria miglą
Jis sukuria miglą
Jausmas tikras ir karčiai saldus
O lauke, sninga pelenais
(On the window sill, a cat is sleeping
And in the kitchen there is a smell of coffee
And outside its snowing of ashes
Passengers are rushing deep into the night
The moon snooze, the moon smiles
In a balcony a cigarette burning
The dance of the smoke in the night
Resting on the wall
A broken mirror
Covered in dust
It reflects there
A glaucous chandelier
Its reflection
Creates a mist
It creates a mist
The feeling is real and bittersweet
And outside its snowing of ashes)
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6. |
I Forgot
04:17
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It’s raining in the foreign lands
I forgot how to be myself now
Sometimes it can be too bright
I never thought it’s so good inside
You are held in the primitive side
You are trapped in wrong part side
How it feels to fit in the form?
Being caught in the eye of the storm
I forgot - I adore the blues
I forgot how to taste the night
I forgot how I won the day
Long ago, now it’s all only ghosts
I forgot how to act surprised
I forgot how it feels to crash hard
Surrounded by the unknown grounds
Gale is loud still I hear a sound.
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7. |
Ulysses
05:29
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And i woke up, after the storm
six, seven days of rain and wind
and the dark coulds weeping the angry light
The giant squid ate the captain’s head
while the wine barrels are on the ocean floor
and i forgot where we’re going
i forgot the smell of my homeland’s soil
i forgot my own name
last night the oracle was in my dreams,
gloomy in her emerald vest
with her mad whispering
she told me these things:
“Neptune hides the knife of the ocean
behind 3 golden stones
when, on the horizon, the rocks appear
close your eyes and ears”
but i forgot the rest,
and when the crimson disk of the sun
was dying behind the waves,
i saw the rocks,
three lonely earth flakes
bright as polished pitch, the reefs
So i ordered: no one listen!,
wax in the ears and me,
tied to the master tree.
And the evil creatures came,
beatiful and clammy of death
i could hear them,
yes i could hear them singing
and whispering inside my brain,
Get out! Get out!
“get out from my head, please!”
I couldn't even kill myself
my hands were tied
“get out, please, get out!”
Shining under the Aphrodite candid dress
the moon was far from the horizon
when we left behind the reefs
no more voice in the chest
the ship sailing to nowhere
a soul who forgot his throne
and a man without a name
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8. |
Farewell (the horizon)
02:22
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Clothes are soaking in the rain,
Dwellers worry in the vain
Drums of army through the plain,
Coming through
Lady’s husband in the grave,
Yet the feelings are the same,
By the river,
The last plunge by dawn
Reading bibles from the drain,
Touching feelings in obnoxious way,
Time is freezing,
And the rivers seize to rise
And the falling of the season,
The reluctance by the fate,
By her window,
The foreign troops arrived
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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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