Wenn Worte meine Sprache wär'n
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Re: Wenn Worte meine Sprache wär'n
Who are you? Who am I to you?
I am the antichrist to you
Fallen from the sky with grace
Into your arms race
Lucid lovers, me and you
A deal of matchless value
I was always quick to admit defeat
Empty statements of bones and meat
And my heart, it shook with fear
I′m a coward behind a shield and spear
Take this sword and throw it far
Let it shine under the morning star
Who are you? Who am I to you?
I am the antichrist to you
Fallen from the sky with grace
Into your arms race
One for my heart and two for show
Three tears for all the souls below
One day, we made them into figurines
Burned them all with all my favorite things
Who are you? Who am I to you?
I am the antichrist to you
Fallen from the sky with grace
Into your arms race
Who are you? Who am I to you?
I am the antichrist to you
Fallen from the sky with grace
Into your arms
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=l_dGqLzOnhA
I Am the Antichrist to You, Kishi Bashi
I am the antichrist to you
Fallen from the sky with grace
Into your arms race
Lucid lovers, me and you
A deal of matchless value
I was always quick to admit defeat
Empty statements of bones and meat
And my heart, it shook with fear
I′m a coward behind a shield and spear
Take this sword and throw it far
Let it shine under the morning star
Who are you? Who am I to you?
I am the antichrist to you
Fallen from the sky with grace
Into your arms race
One for my heart and two for show
Three tears for all the souls below
One day, we made them into figurines
Burned them all with all my favorite things
Who are you? Who am I to you?
I am the antichrist to you
Fallen from the sky with grace
Into your arms race
Who are you? Who am I to you?
I am the antichrist to you
Fallen from the sky with grace
Into your arms
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=l_dGqLzOnhA
I Am the Antichrist to You, Kishi Bashi
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Crusader, crusader, please take me with you
The battle lies far to the east
Crusader, crusader, don′t leave me alone
I want to ride out on your quest
I'm waiting, I′m waiting, to stand by your side
To fight with you over the sea
They're calling, they're calling, I have to be there
The holy land has to be free
Fight the good fight
Believe what is right
Crusader, the Lord of the Realm
Fight the good fight
With all your might
Crusader, the Lord of the Realm
We′re marching, we′re marching, to a land far from home
No one can say who'll return
For Christendom′s sake, we'll take our revenge
On the pagans from out of the east
We Christians are coming, with swords held on high
United by faith and the cause
The Saracen heathen will soon taste our steel
Our standards will rise ′cross the land
Fight the good fight
Believe what is right
Crusader, the Lord of the Realm
Fight the good fight
With all your might
Crusader, the Lord of the Realm
To battle, to battle, the Saracen hordes
We follow the warrior king
Onward, ride onward, into the fight
We carry the sign of the cross
Warlords of England, Knights of the Realm
Spilling their blood in the sand
Crusader, crusader, the legend is born
The future will honour your deeds
Fight the good fight
Believe what is right
Crusader, the Lord of the Realm
Fight the good fight
With all your might
Crusader, the Lord of the Realm
Fight the good fight
Believe what is right
Crusader, the Lord of the Realm
Crusader, the Lord of the Realm
Fight the good fight
Believe what is right
Crusader, the Lord of the Realm
Crusader, the Lord of the Realm
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=JPbSjmToW ... c2FkZXI%3D
"Crusader", Saxon
Das Lied „Crusader“ handelt von den christlichen Soldaten, die im 12. Jahrhundert in islamische Länder einfielen. Es ist kein historischer Bericht über tatsächliche Ereignisse, sondern aus der Perspektive eines Menschen geschrieben, der dorthin gehen wollte, aber nicht konnte.
„Das Lied ist aus der Sicht eines kleinen Jungen geschrieben, der den Rittern und Soldaten beim Aufbruch zum Kreuzzug zusieht“, erklärt Sänger Biff Byford. „Und genau darum geht es. Es ist ein Lied in der dritten Person, und er möchte mit den Rittern, seinem Vater oder seinen Onkeln in den Kreuzzug ziehen, kann es aber nicht, weil er zu jung ist. Das ist die Idee hinter dem Lied. (...) Ich nehme an, als Junge, wenn man über Krieg, Kreuzzüge und Wikinger liest, kommt einem das alles wie Pfadfinderkram vor. In Wirklichkeit war es aber absolut brutal und blutig, und Milliarden von Menschen starben. Wenn man als Junge diese Filme hört, liest und sieht, wird das alles ein bisschen verklärt und ein bisschen nach ‚Kriegszug‘ rübergebracht. Genau diese Art von Song ist es. Er macht keine Aussagen – er ist weder gegen noch für irgendjemanden. Es geht einfach um einen Jungen, der den Kreuzfahrern beim Kriegszug zusieht.“
Quelle: https://norselandsrock.com/crusader-saxon/
The battle lies far to the east
Crusader, crusader, don′t leave me alone
I want to ride out on your quest
I'm waiting, I′m waiting, to stand by your side
To fight with you over the sea
They're calling, they're calling, I have to be there
The holy land has to be free
Fight the good fight
Believe what is right
Crusader, the Lord of the Realm
Fight the good fight
With all your might
Crusader, the Lord of the Realm
We′re marching, we′re marching, to a land far from home
No one can say who'll return
For Christendom′s sake, we'll take our revenge
On the pagans from out of the east
We Christians are coming, with swords held on high
United by faith and the cause
The Saracen heathen will soon taste our steel
Our standards will rise ′cross the land
Fight the good fight
Believe what is right
Crusader, the Lord of the Realm
Fight the good fight
With all your might
Crusader, the Lord of the Realm
To battle, to battle, the Saracen hordes
We follow the warrior king
Onward, ride onward, into the fight
We carry the sign of the cross
Warlords of England, Knights of the Realm
Spilling their blood in the sand
Crusader, crusader, the legend is born
The future will honour your deeds
Fight the good fight
Believe what is right
Crusader, the Lord of the Realm
Fight the good fight
With all your might
Crusader, the Lord of the Realm
Fight the good fight
Believe what is right
Crusader, the Lord of the Realm
Crusader, the Lord of the Realm
Fight the good fight
Believe what is right
Crusader, the Lord of the Realm
Crusader, the Lord of the Realm
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=JPbSjmToW ... c2FkZXI%3D
"Crusader", Saxon
Das Lied „Crusader“ handelt von den christlichen Soldaten, die im 12. Jahrhundert in islamische Länder einfielen. Es ist kein historischer Bericht über tatsächliche Ereignisse, sondern aus der Perspektive eines Menschen geschrieben, der dorthin gehen wollte, aber nicht konnte.
„Das Lied ist aus der Sicht eines kleinen Jungen geschrieben, der den Rittern und Soldaten beim Aufbruch zum Kreuzzug zusieht“, erklärt Sänger Biff Byford. „Und genau darum geht es. Es ist ein Lied in der dritten Person, und er möchte mit den Rittern, seinem Vater oder seinen Onkeln in den Kreuzzug ziehen, kann es aber nicht, weil er zu jung ist. Das ist die Idee hinter dem Lied. (...) Ich nehme an, als Junge, wenn man über Krieg, Kreuzzüge und Wikinger liest, kommt einem das alles wie Pfadfinderkram vor. In Wirklichkeit war es aber absolut brutal und blutig, und Milliarden von Menschen starben. Wenn man als Junge diese Filme hört, liest und sieht, wird das alles ein bisschen verklärt und ein bisschen nach ‚Kriegszug‘ rübergebracht. Genau diese Art von Song ist es. Er macht keine Aussagen – er ist weder gegen noch für irgendjemanden. Es geht einfach um einen Jungen, der den Kreuzfahrern beim Kriegszug zusieht.“
Quelle: https://norselandsrock.com/crusader-saxon/
Re: Wenn Worte meine Sprache wär'n
5, 6, 7, 8
Preacher preaching rubbish
Rambling, condemning sodomy
Vocal variation of an awfully botched lobotomy
Scream about the gays
And how you wish you could exterminate ′em
Jesus would've hated the way you′ve portrayed him
Love thy neighbor, right?
Or is it only if they're
Rich, able-bodied, cis, hetero and white?
I'm starting to think this lord of yours is overrated
If he made you in his image
Must′ve been real inebriated
You can′t live in peace
Gotta shove it down our throats
God forbid your kid is queer
You have a damn stroke
"I can fix him"
For your daddy up above
'Cuz thеre′s just no hate like christian lovе
And when it comes to women's bodies
You′re crying and bitching
Wrecking God's green Earth
With all the cherry picking
"Don′t hate the sinner, hate the sin"
As if that's any better
(By the way, nice denim jeans
And polyester sweater)
[Refrain]
"He′s coming back"
You say while trembling in fear
Same bullshit for 2000 years
"Jesus loves you!"
That's manipulation
Going door to door
Neighborhood indoctrination
I don′t care what your little book says
What part of that isn't getting through your head?
You go on to eternity in heaven
I'll be getting head in circle seven
[Refrain]
Oh, divine and holy gentleman
Who′d never be dishonest
You're allowed to touch young boys?
But women must stay modest?
How long do you think
You can keep up this facade?
Soon everyone around you, boy
Will know that you're a fraud
Hypocritical, delusional
And for that, I applaud
You′re closer to a jail cell than you′ll ever be to God
[Refrain]
(Oh, rubbish baby)
Preacher preaching rubbish
Rambling, condemning sodomy
(La, la, la, la, lobotomy)
Vocal variation of an awfully botched lobotomy
Scream about the gays
And how you wish you could exterminate 'em
Jesus would've hated the way you′ve portrayed him
Love thy neighbor, right?
(Or is that only, or is that only)
Or is it only if they′re
Rich, able-bodied, cis, hetero and white?
I'm starting to think this lord of yours is overrated
If he made you in his image
Must′ve been real inebriated
(If he made you in his image
Must've been real inebriated)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=oqpHc3pB8 ... gAo7VqN5tD
"The Exorcist", Calypso
Preacher preaching rubbish
Rambling, condemning sodomy
Vocal variation of an awfully botched lobotomy
Scream about the gays
And how you wish you could exterminate ′em
Jesus would've hated the way you′ve portrayed him
Love thy neighbor, right?
Or is it only if they're
Rich, able-bodied, cis, hetero and white?
I'm starting to think this lord of yours is overrated
If he made you in his image
Must′ve been real inebriated
You can′t live in peace
Gotta shove it down our throats
God forbid your kid is queer
You have a damn stroke
"I can fix him"
For your daddy up above
'Cuz thеre′s just no hate like christian lovе
And when it comes to women's bodies
You′re crying and bitching
Wrecking God's green Earth
With all the cherry picking
"Don′t hate the sinner, hate the sin"
As if that's any better
(By the way, nice denim jeans
And polyester sweater)
[Refrain]
"He′s coming back"
You say while trembling in fear
Same bullshit for 2000 years
"Jesus loves you!"
That's manipulation
Going door to door
Neighborhood indoctrination
I don′t care what your little book says
What part of that isn't getting through your head?
You go on to eternity in heaven
I'll be getting head in circle seven
[Refrain]
Oh, divine and holy gentleman
Who′d never be dishonest
You're allowed to touch young boys?
But women must stay modest?
How long do you think
You can keep up this facade?
Soon everyone around you, boy
Will know that you're a fraud
Hypocritical, delusional
And for that, I applaud
You′re closer to a jail cell than you′ll ever be to God
[Refrain]
(Oh, rubbish baby)
Preacher preaching rubbish
Rambling, condemning sodomy
(La, la, la, la, lobotomy)
Vocal variation of an awfully botched lobotomy
Scream about the gays
And how you wish you could exterminate 'em
Jesus would've hated the way you′ve portrayed him
Love thy neighbor, right?
(Or is that only, or is that only)
Or is it only if they′re
Rich, able-bodied, cis, hetero and white?
I'm starting to think this lord of yours is overrated
If he made you in his image
Must′ve been real inebriated
(If he made you in his image
Must've been real inebriated)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=oqpHc3pB8 ... gAo7VqN5tD
"The Exorcist", Calypso
Re: Wenn Worte meine Sprache wär'n
Es war einmal ein König, der lebte mit seinem Sohn in einem Schloss, das lag in einem Zaubergarten. Und weil der König alt und von der Welt enttäuscht war, war die Mauer sehr hoch und das Tor immer zugesperrt.
Es gibt, sprach der König, keinen besseren Ort,
doch die Sehnsucht sprach zum Prinzen:
Du musst hier fort!
Manchmal nachts fällt Gold von den Sternen .•*:。✩
Du kannst es finden
Da draußen, wo noch keiner war
Sein heißt Werden, Leben heißt Lernen
Wenn du das Gold von den Sternen suchst
Musst du allein hinaus in die Gefahr
Da draußen wirst du scheitern, sprach der Vater zum Sohn, genau wie ich, drum bleib' in unserm Zaubergarten. Ich geb' dir Sicherheit, nur um dich zu beschützen ist die Mauer so hoch und das Tor immer zugesperrt.
Die Liebe des Königs sprach aus jedem Wort,
doch die Sehnsucht sprach zum Prinzen:
Du musst hier fort!
Am Rand der Welt fällt Gold von den Sternen .•*:。✩
Und wer es findet
Erreicht, was unerreichbar war
Sein heißt Werden, Leben heißt Lernen
Wenn du das Gold von den Sternen suchst
Musst du allein hinaus in die Gefahr
Lieben heißt, manchmal auch loslassen können.
Lieben heißt, manchmal vom Geliebten sich trennen.
Lieben heißt, nicht nach dem eignen Glück fragen.
Lieben heißt, unter Tränen zu sagen:
Weit von hier fällt Gold von den Sternen .•*:。✩
Du kannst es finden
Da draußen, wo noch keiner war
Sein heißt Werden, Leben heißt Lernen
Wenn du das Gold von den Sternen suchst
Musst du fort von zu Haus
Und nur auf dich gestellt
Allein hinaus in die Welt voll Gefahr
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=JyoaZYbJVBg
Gold von den Sternen, Angelika Milster
Es gibt, sprach der König, keinen besseren Ort,
doch die Sehnsucht sprach zum Prinzen:
Du musst hier fort!
Manchmal nachts fällt Gold von den Sternen .•*:。✩
Du kannst es finden
Da draußen, wo noch keiner war
Sein heißt Werden, Leben heißt Lernen
Wenn du das Gold von den Sternen suchst
Musst du allein hinaus in die Gefahr
Da draußen wirst du scheitern, sprach der Vater zum Sohn, genau wie ich, drum bleib' in unserm Zaubergarten. Ich geb' dir Sicherheit, nur um dich zu beschützen ist die Mauer so hoch und das Tor immer zugesperrt.
Die Liebe des Königs sprach aus jedem Wort,
doch die Sehnsucht sprach zum Prinzen:
Du musst hier fort!
Am Rand der Welt fällt Gold von den Sternen .•*:。✩
Und wer es findet
Erreicht, was unerreichbar war
Sein heißt Werden, Leben heißt Lernen
Wenn du das Gold von den Sternen suchst
Musst du allein hinaus in die Gefahr
Lieben heißt, manchmal auch loslassen können.
Lieben heißt, manchmal vom Geliebten sich trennen.
Lieben heißt, nicht nach dem eignen Glück fragen.
Lieben heißt, unter Tränen zu sagen:
Weit von hier fällt Gold von den Sternen .•*:。✩
Du kannst es finden
Da draußen, wo noch keiner war
Sein heißt Werden, Leben heißt Lernen
Wenn du das Gold von den Sternen suchst
Musst du fort von zu Haus
Und nur auf dich gestellt
Allein hinaus in die Welt voll Gefahr
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=JyoaZYbJVBg
Gold von den Sternen, Angelika Milster
Re: Wenn Worte meine Sprache wär'n
From the dusty mesa
Her looming shadow grows
Hidden in the branches
Of the poison creosote
She twines her spines up slowly
Towards the boiling sun
And when I touched her skin
My fingers ran with blood
In the hushing dusk under a swollen silver moon
I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom
And strange hunger haunted me, the looming shadows danced
I fell down to the thorny brush and felt a trembling hand
When the last light warms the rocks
And the rattlesnakes unfold
Mountain cats will come to drag away your bones
And rise with me forever
Across the silent sand
And the stars will be your eyes
And the wind will be my hands
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Pl6MCWMU8 ... UgZmFtaWx5
"Far from any Road", The Handsome Family
Her looming shadow grows
Hidden in the branches
Of the poison creosote
She twines her spines up slowly
Towards the boiling sun
And when I touched her skin
My fingers ran with blood
In the hushing dusk under a swollen silver moon
I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom
And strange hunger haunted me, the looming shadows danced
I fell down to the thorny brush and felt a trembling hand
When the last light warms the rocks
And the rattlesnakes unfold
Mountain cats will come to drag away your bones
And rise with me forever
Across the silent sand
And the stars will be your eyes
And the wind will be my hands
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Pl6MCWMU8 ... UgZmFtaWx5
"Far from any Road", The Handsome Family
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Where have all the flowers gone
Long time passing
Where have all the flowers gone
Long time ago
Where have all the flowers gone
Young girls picked them, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?
Where have all the young girls gone
Long time passing
Where have all the young girls gone
Long time ago
Where have all the young girls gone
Gone to young men, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?
Where have all the young men gone
Long time passing
Where have all the young men gone
Long time ago
Where have all the young men gone
Gone to soldiers, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?
Where have all the soldiers gone
Long time passing
Where have all the soldiers gone
A long, long time ago
Where have all the soldiers gone
Gone to graveyards, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?
Where have all the graveyards gone
Long time passing
Where have all the graveyards gone
Long time ago
Where have all the graveyards gone
Gone to flowers, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=487TPrQ7uW8
Where have all the Flowers gone, The Kingston Trio
Long time passing
Where have all the flowers gone
Long time ago
Where have all the flowers gone
Young girls picked them, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?
Where have all the young girls gone
Long time passing
Where have all the young girls gone
Long time ago
Where have all the young girls gone
Gone to young men, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?
Where have all the young men gone
Long time passing
Where have all the young men gone
Long time ago
Where have all the young men gone
Gone to soldiers, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?
Where have all the soldiers gone
Long time passing
Where have all the soldiers gone
A long, long time ago
Where have all the soldiers gone
Gone to graveyards, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?
Where have all the graveyards gone
Long time passing
Where have all the graveyards gone
Long time ago
Where have all the graveyards gone
Gone to flowers, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=487TPrQ7uW8
Where have all the Flowers gone, The Kingston Trio
Re: Wenn Worte meine Sprache wär'n
Preybirds- Watched Version, Rabbitology & Sparkbird
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=a2XYJPwQdt8
Preybirds- Watcher Song, Rabbitology
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=p58CzP4t2TY
Birds of prey spiral around my head
They hiss songs of your birth
They caw visions of death
I’ve watched it happen again and again haunted by
A thousand kind beginnings
And a thousand bloodied ends
I shouldn’t play with fate
But what if once I could make you safe?
So while you think you’re alone
You cast two shadows down the road
Where you have buried all your past lives’ bones
The two red suns in the sky blink, my pity-filled eyes
Hoping the heartlines will change this time
If you’d just look up, I could be your guide
Why can’t I catch your eye how you’ve caught tens of mine?
Eye in the sun you’re all I see, why won’t you look at me?
I’m the embers bright, flitting lighting flies
Blinks my eye in the sun in the hints of split sky
I'm the dying fire in the birthing light
And I’ll break every bind that I’m blighted by
You’re blind to all my warning cries
When I speak in dust devils, crop circles, flocks of mayflies
So I’ve no choice but to come down
Pardon my steps shaking the ground
So while you think you’re alone
You cast two shadows down the road
Where you have buried all your past lives’ bones
The two red suns in the sky blink, my pity-filled eyes
Hoping the heartlines will change this time
But the birds on my shoulders prepare for a feast
You can taste it in the air, the soon-to-be dead meat
Eye in the sun you’re all I see, why don’t you look at me?
["Watched Version" Lyrics]
At the highest ridge in the thunder's crash
I will bear my scars to the lightning's lash
I will kneel at the sound of a violent cry
And I'll kiss every sword that I'm conquered by
Your breath heaves down my nape, wrestlin’ me ‘way
But you’re too late
My body rests, dagger in chest
The heart in my hands drips
As my soul crawls from splintered ribs
To eclipse your head and beg again
For revenge
["Watcher Song" Lyrics]
My breath heaves down your nape, wrestlin’ you ‘way
But I’m too late
A body rests, dagger in chest
The heart in your hands drips
As its soul crawls from splintered ribs
To eclipse my head and beg again
For revenge
Oh, you may think you’re alone if you hide from the shadows
You can bury bones but not the souls
And two red suns in the sky will be the light to build your pyre
They’re my blank and pitiless eyes
Every death births a bird to this wretched flock
Forever tethered to your life but cursed to only watch
Catastrophe, repeat until you look at me
So while you think you’re alone
You cast two shadows down the road
Where you have buried all your past lives’ bones
Look at me
See my two sun eyes, feel my slow moving thighs
Tumbling dust in a dimming tide
One day I’ll come reckoning
Hear the squabble angry caws of our wretched flock
Forever tethered to your life but cursed to only watch
Wearing the feathers of our souls as wings
Catastrophe, look at me, look at me
["Watched Version" Lyrics]
At the highest ridge in the thunder's crash
I will bear my scars to the lightning's lash
I will kneel at the sound of a violent cry
And I'll kiss every sword that I'm conquered by
["Watcher Song" Lyrics]
I’m the embers bright flitting lightning flies
Blinks my eye in the sun in the hints of split sky
I’m the dying fire in the birthing light
And I’ll break every bind that I’m blighted by
Embers bright
Flitting lightning flies
Blinks my eye in the sun
In the hints of split sky
I’m the dying fire
In the birthing light
And I’ll...
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=a2XYJPwQdt8
Preybirds- Watcher Song, Rabbitology
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=p58CzP4t2TY
Birds of prey spiral around my head
They hiss songs of your birth
They caw visions of death
I’ve watched it happen again and again haunted by
A thousand kind beginnings
And a thousand bloodied ends
I shouldn’t play with fate
But what if once I could make you safe?
So while you think you’re alone
You cast two shadows down the road
Where you have buried all your past lives’ bones
The two red suns in the sky blink, my pity-filled eyes
Hoping the heartlines will change this time
If you’d just look up, I could be your guide
Why can’t I catch your eye how you’ve caught tens of mine?
Eye in the sun you’re all I see, why won’t you look at me?
I’m the embers bright, flitting lighting flies
Blinks my eye in the sun in the hints of split sky
I'm the dying fire in the birthing light
And I’ll break every bind that I’m blighted by
You’re blind to all my warning cries
When I speak in dust devils, crop circles, flocks of mayflies
So I’ve no choice but to come down
Pardon my steps shaking the ground
So while you think you’re alone
You cast two shadows down the road
Where you have buried all your past lives’ bones
The two red suns in the sky blink, my pity-filled eyes
Hoping the heartlines will change this time
But the birds on my shoulders prepare for a feast
You can taste it in the air, the soon-to-be dead meat
Eye in the sun you’re all I see, why don’t you look at me?
["Watched Version" Lyrics]
At the highest ridge in the thunder's crash
I will bear my scars to the lightning's lash
I will kneel at the sound of a violent cry
And I'll kiss every sword that I'm conquered by
Your breath heaves down my nape, wrestlin’ me ‘way
But you’re too late
My body rests, dagger in chest
The heart in my hands drips
As my soul crawls from splintered ribs
To eclipse your head and beg again
For revenge
["Watcher Song" Lyrics]
My breath heaves down your nape, wrestlin’ you ‘way
But I’m too late
A body rests, dagger in chest
The heart in your hands drips
As its soul crawls from splintered ribs
To eclipse my head and beg again
For revenge
Oh, you may think you’re alone if you hide from the shadows
You can bury bones but not the souls
And two red suns in the sky will be the light to build your pyre
They’re my blank and pitiless eyes
Every death births a bird to this wretched flock
Forever tethered to your life but cursed to only watch
Catastrophe, repeat until you look at me
So while you think you’re alone
You cast two shadows down the road
Where you have buried all your past lives’ bones
Look at me
See my two sun eyes, feel my slow moving thighs
Tumbling dust in a dimming tide
One day I’ll come reckoning
Hear the squabble angry caws of our wretched flock
Forever tethered to your life but cursed to only watch
Wearing the feathers of our souls as wings
Catastrophe, look at me, look at me
["Watched Version" Lyrics]
At the highest ridge in the thunder's crash
I will bear my scars to the lightning's lash
I will kneel at the sound of a violent cry
And I'll kiss every sword that I'm conquered by
["Watcher Song" Lyrics]
I’m the embers bright flitting lightning flies
Blinks my eye in the sun in the hints of split sky
I’m the dying fire in the birthing light
And I’ll break every bind that I’m blighted by
Embers bright
Flitting lightning flies
Blinks my eye in the sun
In the hints of split sky
I’m the dying fire
In the birthing light
And I’ll...
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Strange to know nothing, never to be sure
Of what is true or right or real,
But forced to qualify or so I feel,
Or Well, it does seem so:
Someone must know.
Strange to be ignorant of the way things work:
Their skill at finding what they need,
Their sense of shape, and punctual spread of seed,
And willingness to change;
Yes, it is strange,
Even to wear such knowledge - for our flesh
Surrounds us with its own decisions -
And yet spend all our life on imprecisions,
That when we start to die
Have no idea why.
Ignorance, Philip Larkin
Of what is true or right or real,
But forced to qualify or so I feel,
Or Well, it does seem so:
Someone must know.
Strange to be ignorant of the way things work:
Their skill at finding what they need,
Their sense of shape, and punctual spread of seed,
And willingness to change;
Yes, it is strange,
Even to wear such knowledge - for our flesh
Surrounds us with its own decisions -
And yet spend all our life on imprecisions,
That when we start to die
Have no idea why.
Ignorance, Philip Larkin
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Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul, she sailed on a day
Over the sea, to Skye
Mull was astern, Rum on the port
Eigg on the starboard bow
Glory of youth, glowed in her soul
Where is that glory now?
Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul, she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye
Give me again, all that was fair
Give me the sun that shone
Give me the eyes, give me the soul
Give me the lass that′s gone
Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul, she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye
Billow and breeze, islands and seas
Mountains of rain and sun
All that was good, all that was fair
All that was me is gone
Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul, she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=-zQoQ1ckF ... IHNvbmc%3D
"The Skye Boat Song", Raya Yarbrough
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul, she sailed on a day
Over the sea, to Skye
Mull was astern, Rum on the port
Eigg on the starboard bow
Glory of youth, glowed in her soul
Where is that glory now?
Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul, she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye
Give me again, all that was fair
Give me the sun that shone
Give me the eyes, give me the soul
Give me the lass that′s gone
Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul, she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye
Billow and breeze, islands and seas
Mountains of rain and sun
All that was good, all that was fair
All that was me is gone
Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul, she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=-zQoQ1ckF ... IHNvbmc%3D
"The Skye Boat Song", Raya Yarbrough
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A man went before a strange God --
The God of many men, sadly wise.
And the deity thundered loudly,
Fat with rage, and puffing.
"Kneel, mortal, and cringe
And grovel and do homage
To My Particularly Sublime Majesty."
The man fled.
Then the man went to another God --
The God of his inner thoughts.
And this one looked at him
With soft eyes
Lit with infinite comprehension,
And said, "My poor child!"
Stephen Crane
The God of many men, sadly wise.
And the deity thundered loudly,
Fat with rage, and puffing.
"Kneel, mortal, and cringe
And grovel and do homage
To My Particularly Sublime Majesty."
The man fled.
Then the man went to another God --
The God of his inner thoughts.
And this one looked at him
With soft eyes
Lit with infinite comprehension,
And said, "My poor child!"
Stephen Crane
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It's not the red of the dying sun
The morning sheets surprising stain
It's not the red of which we bleed
The red of cabernet sauvignon
A world of ruby all in vain
It's not that red
It's not that red
It's not that red
It's not that red
It's not as golden as Zeus' famous shower
It doesn't come - not at all - from above
It's in the open but it doesn't get stolen
It's not that gold
It's not as golden as memory
Or the age of the same name
It's not that gold
It's not that gold
It's not that gold
It's not gold at all
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
Your colour, I wish
It is as black as Malevich's Square
The cold furnace in which we stare
A high pitch on a future scale
It is a starless winternight's tale
It suits you well
It is that black
It is that black
It is that black
It is that black
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
Your colour, I wish
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=CnnGYaqjW-A
"Sabrina", Einstürzende Neubauten
The morning sheets surprising stain
It's not the red of which we bleed
The red of cabernet sauvignon
A world of ruby all in vain
It's not that red
It's not that red
It's not that red
It's not that red
It's not as golden as Zeus' famous shower
It doesn't come - not at all - from above
It's in the open but it doesn't get stolen
It's not that gold
It's not as golden as memory
Or the age of the same name
It's not that gold
It's not that gold
It's not that gold
It's not gold at all
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
Your colour, I wish
It is as black as Malevich's Square
The cold furnace in which we stare
A high pitch on a future scale
It is a starless winternight's tale
It suits you well
It is that black
It is that black
It is that black
It is that black
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
Your colour, I wish
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=CnnGYaqjW-A
"Sabrina", Einstürzende Neubauten
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If I was young, I'd flee this town
I'd burn my dreams underground
As did I, we drink to die
We drink tonight
Far from home, elephant gun
Let's take them down one by one
We'll lay it down, it's not been found
It's not around
Let the seasons begin
It rolls right on
Let the seasons begin
Take the big game down
Let the seasons begin
It rolls right on
Let the seasons begin
Take the big game down
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And it rips through the silence
Of our camp at night
And it rips through the night
All night, all night
And it rips through the silence
Of our camp at night
And it rips through the silence
All that is left is all that I hide
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=nZSnYoX7vx0
"Elephant Gun", Beirut
„Elephant Gun“ zählt zu den berühmtesten Songs Beiruts und wirkt wie eine erzählerische Granate, die vor Themen wie Eskapismus, Wandel und der feierlichen Schönheit der Konfrontation mit dem Unüberwindbaren nur so strotzt. Es ist ein Song, der nicht nur zum Hören da ist; er ist da, um gefühlt, durchdacht und entwirrt zu werden.
https://www.songmeaningsandfacts.com/el ... rn-ballad/
I'd burn my dreams underground
As did I, we drink to die
We drink tonight
Far from home, elephant gun
Let's take them down one by one
We'll lay it down, it's not been found
It's not around
Let the seasons begin
It rolls right on
Let the seasons begin
Take the big game down
Let the seasons begin
It rolls right on
Let the seasons begin
Take the big game down
。⋆。 ゚
And it rips through the silence
Of our camp at night
And it rips through the night
All night, all night
And it rips through the silence
Of our camp at night
And it rips through the silence
All that is left is all that I hide
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=nZSnYoX7vx0
"Elephant Gun", Beirut
„Elephant Gun“ zählt zu den berühmtesten Songs Beiruts und wirkt wie eine erzählerische Granate, die vor Themen wie Eskapismus, Wandel und der feierlichen Schönheit der Konfrontation mit dem Unüberwindbaren nur so strotzt. Es ist ein Song, der nicht nur zum Hören da ist; er ist da, um gefühlt, durchdacht und entwirrt zu werden.
https://www.songmeaningsandfacts.com/el ... rn-ballad/
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Où va-t-on?
Quand on n’a plus de maison?
Les fleurs sous le béton
Maman dis-le-moi
Où va-t-on?
Est-ce qu’un jour on sait vraiment?
Ou est-ce qu’on fait semblant, tout le temps?
Où va le cœur quand il se perd?
Dans les doutes et les hivers?
Pourquoi les jours se ressemblent?
Est-ce qu’on finit par voir ce qu’on assemble?
Maman dis-le-moi
Au-delà
De l'orage il y a
De l'amour, de l'amour de l’amour
Quand le ciel s'ouvre
Tout redevient calmе
Et tout va bien
Où va-t-il?
Le bonheur, cе fil fragile
Quand il vacille et se brise
Maman dis-le-moi
Où va-t-il?
Pourquoi le monde semble si grand
Quand on devient un peu plus grand qu’avant?
Que deviennent les rêves qui s’enfuient?
Et les souvenirs qu’on oublie?
Est-ce que j’aurai toujours des questions?
Peut-être que j’en ferai des chansons
Maman dis-le-moi
Au-delà
De l'orage il y a
De l'amour, de l'amour de l’amour
Quand le ciel s'ouvre
Tout redevient calmе
Et tout va bien
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=VNLrCWCv38Y
"Maison", Emilio Piano ft. Lucie
Quand on n’a plus de maison?
Les fleurs sous le béton
Maman dis-le-moi
Où va-t-on?
Est-ce qu’un jour on sait vraiment?
Ou est-ce qu’on fait semblant, tout le temps?
Où va le cœur quand il se perd?
Dans les doutes et les hivers?
Pourquoi les jours se ressemblent?
Est-ce qu’on finit par voir ce qu’on assemble?
Maman dis-le-moi
Au-delà
De l'orage il y a
De l'amour, de l'amour de l’amour
Quand le ciel s'ouvre
Tout redevient calmе
Et tout va bien
Où va-t-il?
Le bonheur, cе fil fragile
Quand il vacille et se brise
Maman dis-le-moi
Où va-t-il?
Pourquoi le monde semble si grand
Quand on devient un peu plus grand qu’avant?
Que deviennent les rêves qui s’enfuient?
Et les souvenirs qu’on oublie?
Est-ce que j’aurai toujours des questions?
Peut-être que j’en ferai des chansons
Maman dis-le-moi
Au-delà
De l'orage il y a
De l'amour, de l'amour de l’amour
Quand le ciel s'ouvre
Tout redevient calmе
Et tout va bien
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=VNLrCWCv38Y
"Maison", Emilio Piano ft. Lucie
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I heard an Angel singing
When the day was springing,
"Mercy, Pity, Peace
Is the world's release."
Thus he sung all day
Over the new mown hay,
Till the sun went down
And haycocks looked brown.
I heard a Devil curse
Over the heath and the furze,
"Mercy could be no more,
If there was nobody poor,
And pity no more could be,
If all were as happy as we."
At his curse the sun went down,
And the heavens gave a frown.
Down pour'd the heavy rain
Over the new reap'd grain ...
And Miseries' increase
Is Mercy, Pity, Peace.
William Blake
When the day was springing,
"Mercy, Pity, Peace
Is the world's release."
Thus he sung all day
Over the new mown hay,
Till the sun went down
And haycocks looked brown.
I heard a Devil curse
Over the heath and the furze,
"Mercy could be no more,
If there was nobody poor,
And pity no more could be,
If all were as happy as we."
At his curse the sun went down,
And the heavens gave a frown.
Down pour'd the heavy rain
Over the new reap'd grain ...
And Miseries' increase
Is Mercy, Pity, Peace.
William Blake
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Didn't know what time it was, the lights were low
I leaned back on my radio
Some cat was layin' down some rock 'n' roll
"Lotta soul" he said
Then the loud sound did seem to fade
Came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase
That weren't no DJ, that was hazy cosmic jive
There's a STARMAN ✮⋆˙waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a STARMAN ✮⋆˙waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
'Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
I had to phone someone, so I picked on you
Hey, that's far out, so you heard him too
Switch on the TV, we may pick him up on channel two
Look out your window, I can see his light
If we can sparkle, he may land tonight
Don't tell your papa or he'll get us locked up in fright
There's a STARMAN ✮⋆˙waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a STARMAN ✮⋆˙waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
'Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
STARMAN ✮⋆˙waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a STARMAN ✮⋆˙waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
'Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la (...)
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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=tRcPA7Fze ... dpZQ%3D%3D
"Starman", David Bowie
Didn't know what time it was, the lights were low
I leaned back on my radio
Some cat was layin' down some rock 'n' roll
"Lotta soul" he said
Then the loud sound did seem to fade
Came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase
That weren't no DJ, that was hazy cosmic jive
There's a STARMAN ✮⋆˙waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a STARMAN ✮⋆˙waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
'Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
I had to phone someone, so I picked on you
Hey, that's far out, so you heard him too
Switch on the TV, we may pick him up on channel two
Look out your window, I can see his light
If we can sparkle, he may land tonight
Don't tell your papa or he'll get us locked up in fright
There's a STARMAN ✮⋆˙waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a STARMAN ✮⋆˙waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
'Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
STARMAN ✮⋆˙waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a STARMAN ✮⋆˙waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
'Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la (...)
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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=tRcPA7Fze ... dpZQ%3D%3D
"Starman", David Bowie