1. |
Come to pass
04:26
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Come to pass,
when you're coming back
someone you left in your,
someone you left in your heart
you my love are coming back,
someone you left in your,
someone you left in your heart
Come to pass,
when you're coming back
someone you left in your,
someone you left in your heart
you my love are coming back,
someone you left in your,
someone you left...
come to pass,
when you're coming back
someone you left in your,
someone you left in your heart
you my love are coming back,
someone you left in your,
someone you left in your heart
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2. |
First Tale
07:00
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the first tale,
Zarathustra puts the man to a test,
His creativity cannot be put to rest,
he asks for a tale,
which would seem to appeal at all cost to his views,
create something of the news,
epic tales of past and future ot make the crowds occure,
he looks up in the clouds
and sees a mechanical shrowd,
a spiritless zeppelin of steel,
flying whale, with a different feel
a glimpse of light in the endless corridor of your glowing sensations,
a shrill cry calls at the sight of newborn memories,
the essence of your brave new world evenlops you with no beginnings
our souls are endless repetitions of faded memories,
of other lives, that we are born to take in the end,
calling the same,
of one of infinity’s mistake.
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Vacuité
09:45
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Beyond the fabric of all face of Time and Space,
There lies a portal there in solid mental grace,
to rearrange the roots of everything we’ve known,
the orange rivers of desire that run throught,
the yellow fires of ego consumes you till you’re full,
you breath the green air in, the blues skyes scream,
third eye opens, to the crown
a smile that dates far back in time,
the aeroplane that scattered book sales left behind,
no reason to imply it’s might beyond our reason…
ôte mon âme de tes lumières profanes,
la méchanique s’affole, le vide se fait roi,
quel univers n’a pas une once d’amour à donner,
à perdre, et là,
las, mon reflet me nargue à travers
les vitres donnant sur la noirceur du vide,
mon existence se résume alors
à tous les rouages imparfaits (in the last train)
de ma conscience (i'll be with you)
mais alors je subsiste encore (in the last train...)
mon rôle n’est pas terminé, (in the last train i'll be with you)
peut-être reste-t-il quelque chose à sauver
(in the last train i'll be with you)
quelque chose à sauver!
(in the last train i'll be with you)
(in the last train i'll be with you)
(in the last train i'll be with you)
(in the last train i'll be with you)
viens avec moi,
frontière de l’émoi,
viens avec nous,
cage épure-nous,
vide épure-nous,
Vénus embrase-nous,
nous transformons
toute émotion...
harmonie, lumière qui perce nos cœurs enlevés,
traverse notre logique déraisonné,
donne-nous le courage d’affronter
les démons de nos âmes,
l’amour est une folie, dont les rayons percent
notre cocon de logique raisonnée
sans lequel nous n’aurions jamais espoir d’aller mieux…
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4. |
Bargain
04:38
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After chasing our desires,
the long lost shadows that are blown,
echoed in the wind,
chasing our derisions here and there...
going further that our minds,
we come to the land set ourselves free,
so we escape to an imaginary land…
peace of mind comes at the price,
of going further than your vice,
back in our world, you’ll be bound by time again
the northern lights in the sky so bright
seem to change the mood back again,
as we come meet the new Nebulous Sun
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Demiurge
09:25
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ouvre tes yeux, respire ressent,
vois-tu le temps s'écouler dans le vent?
la couleur pétillante de tes sentiments,
s'est-elle évanouïe de tes yeux scintillants?
paisible dans l'oeil du cyclone est pensée,
l'absence de cauchemars jamais confrontés,
Il tarde en mon coeur narrateur d'annoncer,
qu'il gronde un sombre dessein à surmonter...
Evil eye dreamed in chessboard sepia colors,
mistaken for the sun by an odd preacher,
Visions restore the morals a top the mountain of madness,
light the eye to see god restored,
Demiurge contracts for both light and darkness,
sells your fears away to sow a feast on morality...
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6. |
Aim of claims
07:55
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Holy Hole that brands
on the aim of claims
stands so sad
A whole song's mad
I'm here trying to say :
there's no sound...
no sound...
A Hole that brands
a whole song's aim
I feel I keep a cold
and stand so sad
A whole song's mad
A hole that brands
on the aim of claims
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Baboon Fish Label Ernée, France
Captain Flapattak's and friends recordings
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