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Who walks in the fields of unknown graves?
Falls. Whispers. Sighs. Leaves no trace.
There shrieks no word, there flows no thought
No prayer sent, no lesson taught.
And the world trembles in a dream
And the blood drowns every scream
As ever.
Profit worship, greed, ideoleptic flame
Hate-mongering cretins run the game
Mankind is a danger to the Galaxy
Unless we choke first in our own apathy.
And the world trembles in a dream
And the blood drowns every scream
As ever.
Who walks in the fields of unknown graves
But the ghosts of those lost in the icy waves?
For all the lives cut up and burnt
No progress made, no lessons learnt.
And the world surely will go on
Breathing deeply, cold, relieved and alone
As ever.
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Hymn
05:39
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In place of the evil chaos of a world forever falling apart,
In place of the oceanic swells of sorrow that gains year by year,
What to construct, what to maintain what to let go up in flames?
Nothing to achieve, nothing to attain till the maenads come ’round again.
If war is the father of all things, patricide is in order.
If property is worth more than life, then let us all have nothing.
Nothing to achieve, nothing to attain, there is no solid ground.
We build and we kill, we clutch and we break, but there is no solid ground.
Truth will be found in a world of lies, beyond the boundaries of hate.
Nothing to achieve, nothing to attain but freedom from origin and fate.
If war is the father of all things, patricide is in order.
If property is worth more than life, then let us all have nothing.
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Mind probe
A legally grey spell
Unhappy wageslaves
Anti-image laws and mind control
A throwaway for every high security facility
Ferocious opponents on land and sea
Quickly lead to their demise
Captured enemies, motivated targets
Make it up and claim it to be true.
No repercussions for our actions
Mind probe and transfer ownership
Covertly from across the room
A house rule
Transfer ownership Vulcan mind style
Zero repercussions.
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The Woods
05:54
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How can you resolve what doesn’t want to be resolved?
How can you liberate what doesn’t know what it means to be free?
Standing on the edge of despair, taking in the breathtaking view
Brittle as the covers of old paperbacks, wondering why the dogs did not bark.
There are always the ones around you less fortunate than you
Children and innocent animals and everything that lives and dies.
The measure of all things is stark raving mad from failing to measure himself
So he’s reached a place where life has no value except as a means to achieve a non-life.
Think about that for a change, something beside yourself.
Go somewhere else for a change, somewhere outside yourself.
The woods aren’t only there to make you dream.
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Infinite Trajectories
05:20
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They may not want us,
To them we are ghosts.
Speaking with our hands,
Thinking with our tongues.
Already endless skies
Little circuits close
Why are we here?
When will we be gone?
And they flowed with the stream
And they thought it was the same.
Infinite trajectories
Erratic satellites.
And they flowed with the stream
And they thought it was another.
Infinite trajectories
Erratic satellites.
They may not want us,
To them we are ghosts.
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Early Morning
07:10
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Here is the magic of a sleepy town in the summer heat
When the crickets pause in their song,
Waiting for a cue no one else can hear.
Here is the enchantment of an empty street in the early morning
With the crisp young sunlight just beyond
Blue shadows lazing in the sparkling air.
You are a dream that lingers on,
Fragrant and strange in the morning,
And having come to pass through this world
You make it real once more.
And you smile like the river that ripples the wind, loving and headstrong,
Hard and forgiving, ever flowing,
A lighthearted song for an old life ending.
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Epithalamion
04:06
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Sucked in the green, washed by the rain clean
With all the good neighbours and a few of the bad
Ploughing the sands
Yes, we’re all mad here, or we pretend to be
Which amounts to the same; haunted, but tame,
Sowing the salt
But you made me a better man
Then came a day I never dreamed would come
Brighter than spring days in the home of those
Ploughing the sands
We journey on through elemental days
We float with the seasons, we live on the wing
Sowing the salt
And you made me a better man
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Graciously
04:58
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Surely this must be what I saw
Changing, pulling bootstraps, onward.
In the grasses crow and thrush hunt.
Sounds of laughter, bell-like, calling.
In the soft sunlight by the riverbank
Summer solstice shadows drifting by
Saw you dreaming in sweet communion
With beasts and trees
In gracious conversation.
Try to fit it in, you lose it
In distractions past and future.
Sounds of laughter, bell-like, calling.
Try to fit it in, you lose it.
In the soft sunlight by the riverbank
Summer solstice shadows drifting by
Saw you walking in sweet communion
With beasts and trees
In gracious conversation
Graciously calling our names.
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Terrapin Athens, Greece
Spaced-out folk songs.
Vassilis Bas Athanassiadis - vocals, guitars
George Tzivas - drums, percussion
James Stathatos - bass
Alexandros Misirliadis - keyboards
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