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Fog Mountain
06:32
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'Fog Mountain'
Taken through a bleak, dead mountain
Where only fog and slate grey rules
Where the sky its ugly floodgate opens
He searches for mercy and peace of mind
The clouds, like a plague, are sickly raging
A stinking herd, the world’s purulent discharge
And between clefts like steel , so bare and painful
A horde of grey men is ghostly appearing
‘Follow us into a new regime!’ they say
Then with wagon and throne they move away
But roaming further through fog mountain
Where bitter agony and stone restricts
He meets a bearded man within the torrents
Who sits in the mud, endowed with weals
‘Bread and wine I want to share!’ he says
But stale brew and mildew the juggler raises
A dark haired, pretty woman he meets
Caught by her weird and pale blue eyes
Under the poplars smothered with kisses
They kneel in that madhouse of worths and lies
‘Your hunger I want to allay here!’ she says
With a gently whispering voice and naked
The storm it rages and he stares silently
The mountain devours him, he skedaddles
He watches a raptor tormented by hunger
And presents himself as a fainted prey
‘Your hunger I want to allay here!’ he says
Seriously, with a truthfully cawing voice
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Memory Lane
04:15
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'Memory Lane'
Downhill I entered an ancient house
In a lane I had been as a child before
Where a willow tree silently breathed
Early blossoms the spring wind stroked
Those tender years
Rejoice my heart
Going down my memory lane
Those tender years shall remain
The parlor showed an old women asleep
Through open windows white curtains streamed
I saw her husband hold his grandchild’s hand
Both were laughing under a shaded backyard sun
Those tender years
Rejoice my heart
Going down my memory lane
Those tender years shall remain
The doorway opened, did frame a serene sky
I smelt the meadow, heard a child voice sing
Dreamt of all embraces and words they’d said
Those tender years rejoice my mature heart
Those tender years
Rejoice my heart
Going down my memory lane
Those tender years shall remain
For Amelie - In remembrance of my grandparents
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Farewell
01:27
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'Farewell'
You brought us seven years of love and joy
A great and cheerful heart, always there for us
Holding you gently we caressed a faithful friend
Now grown old, you found your painless place to rest
Where we shall kneel down everyday
In the days of our lives
For Stig
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4. |
The Traps Of Time
04:47
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'The Traps Of Time'
The Baltic Sea discloses
Our shadows lost in the sand
Those arduous paths to come
We’re struggling night and day
The onshore wind compels
Fallen trees, admonish silently
We’re fleeting guests on earth
Who vanish with every breath
Struggling night and day
Yesterday, each moment’s fate
I try to keep your hands in mine
Always pursued by the traps of time
Mankind climbs the highest mountain
Conquers the bottom of the sea
Like a malign growth that kills
We’re struggling night and day
A dying seabird breathes hard
Mindless compassion mortifies
Estrangement, our tragic fate
We’re man-made prisoners
Struggling night and day
Yesterday, each moment’s fate
I try to keep your hands in mine
Always pursued by the traps of time
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Dead End House
05:45
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'Dead End House'
‘Thou art welcome here in Dead End House!’
Lucifer, this bloody nightmare, saw
Mankind staggering along Blind Alley Road.
Where the conscious meets subconsciousness.
‘Thou art welcome here in Dead End House!’
Old Dad slavered so human and blear.
‘Down the stairs thou have nothing to fear.’
‘Thou art welcome here in Dead End House!’
the Old Cloven Hoof, the beast, He howled.
‘In my cellar roof, O demon mankind, thou art
free of morals and worths, these obligations.’
‘So stay here in Dead End House.
Thou shall know thy shepherd and thyself!’
In that vault full of stench and braying
the Deuce exposed his chambers of joy.
He observed mankind being in anguish and desire
Diddlers, thieves, rapists and assassins.
A desperate misery beyond comparison
as the willing victim requires being as well!
Thus He said:
‘Down here thou shall only harm thyself!
For all evil requires blind will and being.’
‘So stay here in Dead End House.
Thou shall know thy shepherd and thyself!
So stay here, my cruel friend.’
‘Thou art welcome here in Dead End House!’
the minister of human affairs bleated.
‘This bottom vault is thine, thou churlish creature.’
‘Thou art welcome here in Dead End House!’
the swaying comedian, this old crock, adjured.
‘For I’m the shepherd of the human creature
the Lord flogged off to fellow weariness!’
‘So stay here in Dead End House.
Thou shall know thy shepherd and thyself!
So stay here, my cruel friend.’
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Silas Spade
04:51
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‘Silas Spade’
My name is Silas Spade
By strength of a sombre vision
In those deepest vaults of being
I felt mankind’s awful fate
My brother, fill this empty whiskey glass
And I shall tell of the individual’s disease
My name is Silas Spade
I saw an oak tree with human eyes
Uprooted being on a deceptive road
Perceived freedom but sickness inside
Brother, fill this whiskey glass again
And I shall tell of the individual’s disease
O estrangement, you great misfortune
In a wasteland I opened a shallow grave
And benevolence was buried there
My name is Silas Spade
I planted the oak into its soil again
Where dead leaves were falling from
Its boughs full of stench and creatures
Brother, a new bottle of whiskey please
And I shall tell of the individual’s disease
O estrangement, you great misfortune
In a wasteland I opened a shallow grave
And benevolence was buried there
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7. |
The River Song
04:18
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‘The River Song’
The Eastern sky and its crescent moon
Illuminated the river and its spring the pure
My forsaken raft, just a distant shade
While the day was crawling into its grave
Down at a dry branch a girl named Mary
Stumbled over a dead oak tree trunk full of water
She led me down to this old stump to see
That the river did wear our countenance
I felt warm honey lips and angel hair
Her gifted hands did find that wound
An obscure hole underneath my breast of pain
Where she warmed my heart and gave me peace
A new raft was built, yes, it took us forth
Downriver we reached the bank of Bordertown
September, an ancient house, I married my girl
Then we kissed in that sunny courtyard garden
And that rising stream teared us away
The years went by, truly nothing of note
Summer was gone and our fall came soon
We held hands and feared the river’s final bed
Indeed, the river mouth we reached someday
It was our port, the beauty of a quiet ocean
Where the river’s singing filled our hearts
A bolted door did open those glowing paths
For my beloved wife
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8. |
Swampland Blues
03:15
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Blackbird
05:16
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‘Blackbird’
I’m a blackbird of broken wings
A silent death between the rails
An unseen pain on mother earth
For a raging beast has ominously come
Closing my beak and stealing my song
Yes, a steam engine with boxcars and
That blinded mankind in their cages
Having my bloody feathers and my feet
On these awfully iron wheels
Once I was a blackbird of fluttering wings
Carrying a holy message in my beak
And all impatient wisdoms in a song
For my breath had been given graciously
Taking me down from my southern hills
Yes, along the sickness of a muddy river
Until I reached the realms of the human plan
Singing from those trees of whisper to
All the people from Stranger’s Town
Now I’m a blackbird of dead wings
A mournful plumage, soaked by rain
And the unheard wisdom of a song
For my heart has been taken without concerns
Sowing blind creatures and reaping their shades
Yes, a scythe wielded by fateful delusion
Blows the poisoned harvest into the land
Bringing a last and lethal message
To all blackbirds of fluttering wings
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10. |
Wildflower Field
04:59
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‘Wildflower Field’
Alice could not feel her heart
Her witness a wildflower field
And her body was made of wicked pain
For Alice could not feel her heart
Well, and those were
The days of her trial
O Lord
Bad dreams defrauded her of brother sleep
For she was watching all night long to see that
Naked girl crawling along a wildflower field
A blood-soaked wildflower field
One night a crooked moon did sinisterly breathe
Weary bells murmuring, funeral pile crackling
Her rapist’s burning bones of guilt and shame
His bones of guilt and shame
Where in the end
Dead ember did haunt
O Lord
Well, and those were
The days of her trial
Alice could not feel her heart
A tombstone adorned her graveyard home
After years she was free of wicked pain
For Alice could not feel her heart
Where in the end
Dead silence did mourn
O Lord
Well, and those were
The days of her trial
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‘From Behind The Blinding Sun’
Where a carnal shell so sadly groans
A ghost of love the thirsting mind does wish
We all create rooms in a room that coerces us
A swampland bears a lover’s weeping
His yearning, a beggar’s room of memory
We all create rooms in a room that coerces us
Tales arise from behind the blinding sun
Withered roses tell an unheard story
Whispering ugly truths from Mother Earth
An unloved harlot that unloved lover kisses
He lusts for illusions of the unleashed soul
We all create rooms in a room that coerces us
Where poorness shouts the harlot is driven
Her face, just dead stonework of cold disdain
We all create rooms in a room that coerces us
Tales arise from behind the blinding sun
Withered roses tell an unheard story
Whispering ugly truths from Mother Earth
But moneybags do rule in twilight castles
High there almighty walls blare out a threat
We all create rooms in a room that coerces us
Tales arise from behind the blinding sun
Withered roses tell an unheard story
Whispering ugly truths from Mother Earth
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12. |
Tale Of Poor Henry
04:40
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‘Tale Of Poor Henry’
Henry never rested or felt some peace
To attain his goals he fought the time
His short-lived wife was deeply grieved
Henry feared the journey’s own reward
It took his heart away
And every precious day
It took his life away
Yes, every single day
Early morning, a forsaken door
Holding a six-gun his carcass was found
No one mourned and no one thought about it
For all his life he ran away, the goddamn fool
It took his heart away
And every precious day
It took his life away
Yes, every single day
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