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I tried to take a photograph
of midnight dreams, the moon and love
cause every little detail can’t
remain a memory
In vain, in vain is all of it
it’s hard to say, hard to admit
at least I lose not only hope
but also vanity
here's to all my newfound honesty
I tried to capture winter days
but my acquainted eloquence
does not indulge but misbehaves
And all I got from autumn nights
are stutter stumbled phrases
of common misconcepted sights
I don’t know why I hate you but
I do like you an awful lot
and certainly uncertainty
always will remain
So I keep you as my enemy
as you keep me too close to see that
I am still allowed to talk
with anger and with pain
and every now and then you felt the same
Paintings choose to bother me
cause they are able to contain
intentions of reality
And all I got from summer nights
are pity pattered pages
of those neglected words I write
The music from my neighbors’ room
shimmers through like timid bloom
from time to time I think he is
just playing it for me
The window from the windowsill
was struck by wind as I will fail
to finish what I started
to allow terms to agree
tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow remains a tragedy
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Mockingbird
03:41
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First two steps
one last breath
trust and up I go up in the air
Careless time
oaks and pine
freedom is an embellishment today
How could you kill a mockingbird
they are so easily hurt
in their fragile flight
You can take my word
leave them to ease upon sight
so let me be your guide
I take aim
seeking fame
see now, my bullets and my prey
Just for sport
la guerre, la mort
try now, try your best to get away
How could you kill a mockingbird
they are so easily hurt
in their fragile flight
You can take my word
and leave them to ease upon sight
let me be your guide
So hush my friend
heaven sent
time, time and you will go up in the air
Careful steps
one last breath
trust was an embellishment today
How could you kill a mockingbird
they are so easily hurt
in their fragile flight
You can take my word
and leave them to ease upon sight
let me be your guide
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A few forgotten words
02:56
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Silence - in silence we remain
there is no need to - there’s no need to blame it on a few
blame it on a few forgotten words
Softly - a softly spoken pleasure's
all that keeps me - keeps me from another foolish lie
another foolish lie before we part
It might be better to feel bad than
not a thing at all
Still I hope we both prefer
at least as I recall
a gentle smile
just because I’m happy for a while
And I do know - how solitude affects your old resentments
lost in doubt but still I made you blush
so I guess that I was serious enough
Silent - I try to be as silent as I can so
when I leave, I leave you to your dreams
watching all the steady streetlamp scenes
the flickering of television screens
thinking of some inaudible
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Me and my echo
04:16
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Once I thought I liked you, you could even say adored
Once I thought I'd fight you, but would never cut the cord
But your
despicable forms
lost all of their charms
The winter blues are pending and I know
I'd rather be alone
I was just afraid to lift the
weight, to drift a-
way, but on my own
I can’t see a stepping stone
And the sun of days gone by
is setting and I don’t even shiver
And our past declines
like paper floating down the river
And when I'm on the go my bird
with all the stories that I've heard
from strangers talking in the streets
Then I couldn't be happier
'cause I left all my baggage where
I left your bitter nature and conceit
And with certain guarantees
I embrace me and my echo, my echo and me
And the sun of days gone by
is setting and I don’t even shiver
And our past declines
just like paper floating down the river
And when I'm on the go my bird
with all the stories that I've heard
from strangers talking in the streets
Then I couldn't be happier
'cause I left all my baggage where
I left your bitter nature and conceit
And with certain guarantees
I embrace me and my echo, my echo and me
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Raining in New York
03:28
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I long for broken up parts
I long for all the low cards
I heard it’s raining in New York
maybe I'll go there
I heard it’s raining in New York
that doesn’t sound so bad
No plan, not even a sketch
tending my idle silhouettes
I like to mingle with my fears
well I grew to miss them
so I hold them very dear
when they are not around
All my elements of verve
please take them somewhere nice as they deserve
send them all of my regards
as a nice farewell
I dont need them as my peers
whatever time will tell
But still I
long for broken up parts
I long for all the low cards
I heard it’s raining in New York
maybe I'll go there
I heard it’s raining in New York
that doesn’t sound so bad
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For all I know
03:20
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I am sentimental
cause the record spinning restlessly seems lost
with the needle in my hand I’m staying gentle
well aware of all the valleys that it crossed
Ever since it’s raining
I feel a tiny little bit more understood
I am sentimental
cause it stops a little sooner than it should
And the days start to bow
for all I know
and all I’ve heard
There’s nowhere else to go
and all I know
enough occurred
feels like a lifetime
lies behind us
in the dust
The last drops of coffee
left a stain on the paper dressed in white
we shared a petty part of me together
until it vanished from my side
Ever since it’s raining
I feel a tiny little bit more understood
but it never lasts forever
though it stops a little sooner than in should
And the days start to bow
for all I know
and all I’ve heard
There’s nowhere else to go
and all I know
enough occurred
feels like a lifetime
lies behind us
in the dust
And all the things I should have done, they must
change
but not this time
today I don’t feel rushed
I am not resentful
although the need to sleep is a little bit unjust
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