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Spiritual Bankruptcy
03:49
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Dwelling in another’s skin
’cause it’s thicker than my own,
Still the salt water penetrates.
Buries deep down to the bone,
There’s no avoiding it, it’s all around,
At every corner, round every bend.
Spiritual bankruptcy.
The clock ticks,
The clock tocks,
Unrelenting, forward.
Wasted dreams, they clatter in the wind.
Pages of a book that’s left to wither on the beach
When summer ends.
The clock ticks,
The clock tocks,
Spiritual bankruptcy.
No solace, in desperation
The lost causes search the sky.
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Sanctuary
04:02
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And when I close my eyes, I dream of sanctuary
In the lush green valleys, in the month of May
With the soulful people and the soulless fairies
Serenaded by the gulls of Dingle Bay.
My body aches for you
My soul cries out for you.
And when I close my eyes, I dream of sanctuary
In the rolling hills, in the misty rain
Where the fairy thimbles burn in bright devotion
For the roaming hearts and the mortal bane.
My body aches for you
My soul cries out for you.
And will I be taken to the whispering waters,
To the wild-eyed wonder of the midnight glow
From the mouth of madness, from a world that’s shattered
To the place beside you that’s my only home.
My body aches for you
My soul cries out for you.
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City Ltd.
05:39
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I’ll never picture you in the natural world
We’ve never swum in any ocean
Never made footprints in the sand
Never been on an all-night drive, nor slept in a wooden hideaway.
What they call Mother Nature
Doesn’t know us like the city does
Moth-like we chase the neon lights
Or watch the sun and moon play hide and seek in the bricks and mortar.
I found you in the city
In the city we are lost
There are limits, so they tell us
That we’ve never seen.
We move in circles, always coming back
To the point of our departure
A thousand ways out just lead back in again
The tunnels never end, the bridges hang suspended in the haze.
I found you in the city
In the city we are lost
Never venturing beyond its limits
There is nowhere else.
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4. |
Dancing Mice
03:58
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Dancing mice filled the stage and the world was green again.
Made me think of the woods you roamed,
Made me dream of the rain.
Say hello to the wind, cast a smile into the ocean.
Take the road I never knew, kiss them all for me.
And if I grow really old I hope I’ll still have a soul
And I’ll remember how to dream of windy shores
While I sleep in fiery peace.
Say hello to the wind, cast a smile into the ocean.
Take the road I never knew, kiss them all for me.
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5. |
Fog Rolling Out
06:46
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I thought that my life too
Could be a poem both lived and written
And not fade away, in the sweat for a better day.
Fog rolling out, time to come out and play.
Fog rolling out, seems a little clearer now
Don’t mind the darkness, we’ll make some light somehow.
I don’t care what they say, that there’s no easy way.
Night falls like rain, feels like the end of days.
While old man time thinks fishy thoughts:
A selfish, tired old fish.
Sailing down this river, there’s not a soul in sight
The banks have voices, I hear myself denied.
Fog rolling out revealing a bright moonscape,
Changing some life, shifting some bitter shape.
While old man time thinks fishy thoughts:
A selfish, tired old fish.
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Whenever I wake to the nightmare of trains that I missed,
Whenever the lights on the wet streets seem to whisper of things
Irretrievably lost,
I think of you.
Whenever the clouds in the sky turn the color of fear,
And I feel like a shred of a memory drifting, unclear
In a sea of dead links,
I turn to you.
Whenever I do all I can and it’s still not enough,
Whenever the tears that I shed aren’t worth a short laugh,
Through the wind and the rain
I dream of you.
You know, all tears flow to the sea.
Come here my love and we’ll kill entropy
For a while.
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7. |
Summer Elegy
03:33
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When you were a child, you were told life is everywhere.
Then you realized that it’s far from anywhere.
We raced through the city lights trying to make sense of the burning night.
You leapt with your words; you wore them like scars,
Fresh from the battleground.
It seems so long ago, and it seems like yesterday.
One was dazed and quiet, stuck in the far-away.
One laughed in the face of the moment, defiance was all he had.
With fearless abandon, in selfless destruction,
In love with almost everyone.
I didn’t know what it meant to be brutally honest,
I wish I could tell you I know now.
I didn’t understand why all those summers meant suffering,
Blissfully sad I was fading
But I had a friend who could pinpoint the seasons,
His words were like jewels, like bittersweet hope.
His heart was connected to all the good fortunes,
To all that surrounded us, to all that encroached.
I have a friend who can pinpoint the seasons,
He was always away, now he’s always around.
He said what he meant and he meant what he said
When he sang of the fear and he sang of the love.
His poems won’t die the slow death of cripples,
They’ll keep sliding through summers
Like lost children who don’t want to be found.
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8. |
Strange Places
03:35
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You dream of this faraway place
Where all those faraway things happen.
Is it in the past or is it somewhere new?
Is it the world or is it just you,
When you wake up in a strange place?
And I’m as far away as the faces
I used to haunt each night on the subway trains.
They didn’t care, their songs were never shared,
Displaced, all memories erased,
They wake up in a strange place.
As we grow older our deja vus diminish.
We melt into the bog of humanity.
Slobbering over the stale cake we call “free will”.
Forget the wonder, forget the childlike thrill
Of waking up in a strange place.
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9. |
Sunflower Street
04:24
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Walk the city streets, stare down the people you meet
So they’ll stop sneaking around in your dreams.
Pour some cobalt sky into these empty eyes,
Make them realize their life’s a million lies.
There’s a place they call Sunflower Street,
There’s a time when you grow wings on your feet.
There’s a shadow always waiting in Sunflower Street,
To dry your sweat, to dry your eyes in Sunflower Street.
In a forest deep things are being built,
Machines with sounds like teeth of steel.
Clanging in our hearts, blood-taste in our mouths,
Run, before we’re caught and drained away.
Meet me here tonight, in Sunflower Street,
Counting time by the thick summer heat.
There’s a shadow always waiting in Sunflower Street,
To dry your sweat, to dry your eyes in Sunflower Street.
You got a job to do, and so does everybody else.
If you get any new ideas, make my option first.
There’s a place they call Sunflower Street,
There’s a time when you grow wings on your feet.
There’s a shadow always waiting in Sunflower Street,
To dry your sweat, to dry your eyes in Sunflower Street.
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10. |
The Undead
02:39
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I pick my steps through the half dead and the undead,
Unlock the tens of locks on my apartment door.
You come to mind. You are the me I desperately
wanted to be - what I ignore, what I ignore
you choose to see. Their pleas and cries don’t go unheard.
You choose to walk the streets, you don’t avert your eyes.
And the undead all live in them, all live in them.
And the undead, all the undead they all live in them.
I wonder if you’ll find me,
Before the grains of sand run through my hourglass.
My own slow death is less obvious,
My cries are burlesqued
in joyless laughter.
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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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