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The Tranquillity Of My Last Breath

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Music: Kråbøl/Svee February ´94 Lyrics: Hirsch April ´94 Inspired by a short-story by H.P.Lovecraft (1890-1937) Climbing up the tower, I'm on my way to light Escaping from the castle, I've been locked up day and night Have to find my way out, or I will go insane Lust for light is leading me, flowing in my veins At last I am free... what strange things to see Marble slabs and columns staring at me I'd better keep to the road this dark night So I will not be led astray in my search for light Voice of fate: Longing for light, you're to find death instead Out from the dark into darkness you're led Following the road to a castle in the night People there are screaming, going insane with fright What could it be there that scares them so Well... I hope that I'll never know Waiting until day-time he sleeps beneath a tree The wild animals avoid the thing they see Not even the wolves of the forest dare come near It wakes in them an arcane fear Looking for water when he wakes up from his dreams Thirsty and dirty he goes looking for a stream Finding a river he sees his mirror image in it The thing he sees, he knows it is himself This is too hard to live with , he cries in desperate tears Recognizing the unearthly fear Drowning himself is the only escape There is no way to escape your fate

Different Roads

JOE COCKER "No Ordinary World"
(Stever A.Davis/Steve Duberry) Tonight I Walk These City Streets And I Think About The Past When You Where Mine And Our Love Was Forever I Never Thought That You Would Go Never Dreamed That You Would Leave Now The Taste I Have Is Bitter Sweet I Know You Had To Go And Find That New Horison Your Star Was Calling Endlessly In My Heart I Can Only Wish You Well I Hope You Find Your Every Dream We Have Taken Different Roads We Have Gone Our Separate Ways Though There Maybe Many Miles Between Us In My Heart The Love Remains It Will Not Change Across A Thousand Days Down A Different Road Down A Different Road That Old Rivers Turning But Is It Going Anywhere Maybe Like Me It's Trying To Find It's Way Back Home But All Alone Can My Heart Rest How Will My Eyes Begin To Trust I Only Want The Best For The Both Of Us Maybe Somewhere In A Different Time Or Space We'll Find A Place Where We Can Stay I'll Hold That Moment Forever And For Always I'll Never Be That Far Away We Have Taken Different Roads We Have Gone Our Separate Ways Though There Maybe Many Miles Between Us In My Heart The Love Remains It Will Not Change??.. Across A Thousand Days Down A Different Road Down A Different Road Time Has Been My Only Friend The Truth Is Like A Knife It Cuts Right Through You I Didn't Want To Loose You We Have Taken Different Roads We Have Gone Our Separate Ways Though There Maybe Many Miles Between Us In My Heart The Love Remains It Will Not Change??.. Across A Thousand Days Down A Different Road Down A Different Road

Theatre Of Rapture

why do you rise me above the clouds and I hear the voice of my lust that I hid away from the light only desire can be the wind in my dreams maybe the wind will find a look in nameless mirror maybe the wind will find the inaccessible jewel I see a bird on the sky, which steals my longing and takes it away he it bears sadness and naked sorrow around me I sail the gold sky above mountains' tops and forests I sail above eternity give me a night, just one more night full of dream because when the mourning comes I will rest for ages on the rocks where water and wind dance forever

Light Of Day

Band De Soleil
Everybody's talking nobody says a thing Everybody's talking nobody's listening Brimstone hell and fire chase the lamb away you can't see the heavens for the Light of Day I find it oh so hard to believe I find it oh so hard to be free I find it oh so hard to be me all for the light of day dark minds, dark times, dark age you angels shine your halos you preachers grip your books mount your golden soapboxes to get a better look but you don't let your high horse carry you so far away you can't see the heavens for the light of Day hypocrites and homeless murderers and thieves nobody gets to heaven but you and your flock of sheep Guess it's a private party for your preacher and you ma where you sit around the snakepit and pass judgment on us all

Heart Of Innocence

[Written by Paula Carpenter*, Jessica Simpson, Frank Myers, Gary Baker] [Zomba Enterprises Inc./Swear by It Music/BMG Songs/Above The Rim (ASCAP)] Sometimes I wake up in the dark of night And in my mind there's a picture of you I know someday this dream will come alive So for now your shadow will do I've never seen your face But I know your in my heart Maybe someday some place I'll hold you in my arms [CHORUS] I have a gift for you Something that I've held on to Waiting for your sweet caress The ribbon has beed on tight For all that I hold inside And only you will possess This heart of innocence I lay my head down on a pillow of white Your in the dark I am cradled in peace No thoughts from yesterday to haunt me at night No tears to dry, no sad memories It isn't hard to hold And now I'll safely keep The strength that's in my soul Until you come to me [CHORUS] Every night I make a wish before I fall asleep That destiny will take your hand And lead you to me [CHORUS] [spoken] I love you

The Tugboat Complex

Oh my God They've got angels sweatin' like Hell, it's workin' their little halos to the bone combing them deserts my figure eight knotted lifeline defined traffic the way my schoolin' end-less-ly defined every day one exquisite fitted crisis rivets an octagon of red to the ceiling above my bed it's not a conversation piece, like public spectacles unleashed more of a clue so when I wake up to the rains I'll be one step ahead of you I slide like Kodakrome [?] wrote a poem for every planet tracked their mileage from the sun in an envelope licked it, stamped it got eight thank yous in the mail, but nine planets means there's one left only the earth would thank me later with a breath taking sunset (man, I'm just a bum) zip that waterfall around your skeleton tell it to boil loyalties, the shovel in the soil dig it, I split my lip kissing the winter nursed the blister in the sun strung a hammock between spring and where the willows turn to blood might of worked sip a little, litter it, love it without big beetles trying to sell him sunflower seeds by the bucket might of, tugboat for the boxcutter above those ashes without hot air balloons floatin' their four passenger baskets and I'm asking you to let a captive lacerate a caption splash out massive apolster plastic glasses with famine patches i-dentify all saints linked around the fountain's warmth and for a second taste of pain when removing that crown of thorns [?] born hostile, pacifist huddled in subtle masochist stamp the blame on [?] my fire escape overlooks ghost town market place artists bought out passes then fast themselves to the target's face you're killin' me if I had a hammer, I'd build a city on stilts so my feet would stay dry when God's wine glass tilts if I had a shovel, I'd dig a hole in the dirt and I'll be hiding when his drunken stupor lands upon earth and if your little wing is broken I'll see the poacher in hell I can't afford another [?] in a cell my carousel mimics the interests of a thousand leaking spickets and a colony of graziers raised to justify the grimace (and yes I read the treaty) I prescribe the remedy plus the premises my pin cushion, my limbs pushin' the knitting needle evils, idle, peddle past the greeting where the sleepers feed the cycles stop, watch the eagles board the little engine that could not ghost in a shell and it fell in my lap passin', postin' the bail but the guard has misplaced the key ring (that's wonderful) I lead a flee to blaze exact songs directly into the village power supply burning the bridge between the magnet and my eye now how many cadavers satisfy a mad man? and how many crooked samaritans turn plesantville to bad land? I can count my own dusty nickels with you laughing about you'll turn my poor ass ebony and navy with cane lashings (well, you're right) grip your pointed stick, incite your riot I'll sell your worth in a bottle at profit, explain my bias atomic box cult, downward spiral rapidly cast to hell with hate mail, forged Christ's autograph laughed itself, drastic catastrophe biting my lip skin and bones, stringent bingin' on rancid baits mummified well inside a muddy New York minute was it your remnants my smoke rings have cocooned prior to fading? well, it wasn't conscious spite but it might have been that I am not your friend anymore my arrow head dissertation [?] when narrow bed sleepers occupy the basement and I am not your friend anymore come the dawning of [?] in your pity blend that whispers in the wind man, if it were only that simple I'd add a guilt frame to [?] I'd board myself inside my room to trace the wilting contour one petal falls to the rug, she loves me not town crier lugging a boom box with spirit plugs and a red radio flyer tied to irony like twenty burning igloos with a sailors knot fiddler crabs build sandcastles while high tide off azalea crops in the icicle field I portray, cats get antsy and ask 'why if every light is dark do I continue dancing?' why if every light is dark do I continue dancing? why if every light is dark do I continue dancing? why if every light is dark do I continue dancing? well if it ain't finally a question that's worth answering I boogie for the raindrops for the purity, the anger for my childhood recollections for the comic book in my heart the mocked intentions the clarity, passion, seclusion those cool summer nights for the mark emerging across the street selling me stog's at half price for the mights, the maybes, the nauseating pitfall my girl, my friends for the fact my window opens towards a brick wall for the three legged dog I saw dragged on a leash for the homeless man who walks my block in rainstorms with plastic bags on his feet see I throw away the tenders over one shoulder and walk across broken glass through every wicked world to kiss tomorrow's morning not for nothing you'll drown in a pool of your crooked morals whispering 'maybe Aesop Rock was on to something' maybe, no promises

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