[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/mk_page_section][mk_page_section attachment=”scroll” bg_position=”left top” bg_repeat=”repeat” bg_stretch=”false” enable_3d=”false” speed_factor=”4″ bg_video=”no” video_mask=”false” video_opacity=”0.6″ top_shadow=”false” section_layout=”full” min_height=”100″ padding_top=”10″ padding_bottom=”10″ margin_bottom=”0″ first_page=”true” last_page=”false”][vc_column width=”1/3″][vc_column_text disable_pattern=”true” align=”left” margin_bottom=”0″]
I’ve Been Walking
I’ve been walking
Tired Earth
Old air
From its birth
Could have been
A part of your life
There are no deals
There’s no destination
No holy land
No El Dorado
Just a grain of sand
There’s no salvation
No spring at Lourdes
No secret mantras
No super cure
Magic lanterns drowned in day
Magic lanterns out
The silent oars
Dip the dark
Stars in water
Obey the deep
Let it sleep
Forever wanting
To break the shell
Of uniform
Relieve the burn
Heed the warning
Four horsemen in the night
Riding in the shallow light
Having sworn to carry fire
In a lithograph with hands alight
The smiling spider fooled the fly
Released the trap before the trial
Just an orphaned line
Doesn’t read much
Oh, the manuscript’s light
Fragment of present
I traveled seas and moors
I knelt down at every altar
Yellow straw has been my bed
Under bridges, in the snow
Out of the street, under the city
Birds overhead flying south from the cold
Follow the signs, smoke from the chimneys
Where do you search for what you don’t know?
I lost it down a rabbit hole
And it’s me you have been looking for
Before
When the wind accelerated flames across the barren sands
River running backwards snake was crawling
to release the damned
Decide
The market square has been surrounded
Divide
The miracle outshines[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/3″][vc_column_text disable_pattern=”true” align=”left” margin_bottom=”0″]
The Wizard of Altai Mountain
Red pants and a ghost of a grin
Mountain boots dancing Altai winds
Pilots a Havilland lost in a trance
He is real if you believe in him
He is real if you believe in him
Eleven hours and I can’t sleep
The river’s crawling in the valley deep
Red pants and his leather jacket
And I am going to follow him home
And I was there when a bomb exploded
Eleven hours and I still can’t sleep
Distant drums in the evening
Oh distant drums in the evening
Loneliest sound in Altai mountains
Building slow and catching up
I am here for the duration
And I watched it come together
I rode the train
Hang on if you’re not done
A sycamore tree
Call and the scarecrow comes
A sycamore tree as sick as can be
After the sun has gone
A sycamore tree, as sick as can be
Third day’s the unsettling one
A sycamore tree, a trick and a treat
Turn the screw
I needed you to heal the heathen morning
Hazel blonde
Climbed to the top of the ever growing tower
There she told me the secret of the nameless lives
She had written:
The stone dance through the gates of time
Where the leaves will chime for the missing
“Have you news of my boy Jack?”
Not this tide.
“When d’you think that he’ll come back?”
Not this tide.
“Has any one else had word of him?”
Not this tide.
“When d’you think that he’ll come back?”
Not this tide.
Lay down here, now
Rest your head
The day has passed now
Sleep beneath our memories
“Has any one else had word of him?”
Not this tide.
Herald blue bird
People know now
There’s no Altai mountain
No eternal chord
Lost a diamond
No Eldorado
There is no reward
No one saw him
Now after what remained of love is gone
Frozen round the buried arms in snow
The day came, so severe
Ride the comet out of here
Line them up now deck the halls
Now they’ve got you against the wall
Another inmate of this town
Alligator looks around
The sky though is set to cold
And the peace is like a curse
Line them up now deck the halls
Now they’ve got you against the wall
Another inmate of this town
Alligator looks around
The sky though is set to cold
And the peace is like a curse[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/3″][vc_column_text disable_pattern=”true” align=”left” margin_bottom=”0″]
Death Room
There’s sadness in the stars, whose fires silver line the night
The madness of never having fully lived
All I have is here:
Tangible
History
My reward
Eternity
Memory
Cornerstone
Follow me
Leave it all
Obsolete
Bittersweet
He ran to hide
Kept a log
About his fear
a small relief
He wants to sink and sleep with them
they’re in his dreams he hears them whisper of this nothing
As every night gets darker
City lights in the Norden’s tachometric telescope end
They are not real
A thousand lives glow below him
Perfect paranoia is a perfect defense
Against them all
But you destroy what you’re defending
The knife can turn
Upon the hand
You’ll be your lover
Together in the end
Leave a vacuum
Pay until it hurts
No one sees me
My body is dirt
No one noticed the word of warning
But it’s hard to see
The past does not rest easy
Unlimited – She’s leaving
Illuminate – To be Free
The universe – Be Free
Reflects the hate – Spent life
Of our dirty minds – On edges
On reptile wings – She lost
The hardest times – Her Daughter
Of worldly lives
From dust to dust – Cold touch
Long for rain – On a rainy day
Unthinkable
Derived from made up truth
You put up a play
And no one knows it’s you
To elude the hate
Disguised and counterfeit
See the blue beyond the sky
Through the beam within in your eye
It shatters
Unthinkable
Derived from made up truth
You put up a play
And no one knows it’s you
To elude the hate
Disguised and counterfeit
You illuminate the sky
Through the beam within in your eye
As if it matters…
Broken rose
Knowing how the story goes
Praying for a miracle
Deserve it too
He always wrote
Weekly rhymes of love and loss
Promised he’d come back to us
Happy ending fairytale
Tell me please
Silence (is) breathing fear in me
My hope is just a fantasy, a reverie
I travelled seas
I travelled moors
I conquered fear
I settled scores
And all your love has been my bed
Under bridges
In the snow
I lived the war
I felt the rain
The muddy fields
I lived the pain
Or was the man within my head
A lie
An orphaned line
Will not read much
A thousand leagues
To feel your touch
And every moment feels like never-ending
Heavy gloom, darkest blood
Mental institutions
Afraid that he’s deaf and dumb
Scared into rebellion
The sound is gone
It’s upside down
Then you turn on your own
Mental sublimation
Write yourself petitions
Demanding absolution
It’s convenient that I’m reasonable
To the mind
It’s my turn
Eyes open, rise above
It is absurd as love
Even if it’s not your own
Navigate it
The ideals were wrong
Lived by everyone
We forgot about the silence
We forgot the past was playing dead
All our idols
Fed the dogs
On broken wishes
That they stole
Called it love and culled the weak
Tired earth[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/mk_page_section]