1. |
Feelings in Heights
05:40
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A sun beam is flying through the window
heading for my palm
My hand is on a string
hanging freely below the lamp
There’s an eagle in the sky
flying across the sun
over mountains, forests, through time
seeing all, not being everywhere
It lives in an open cage
above closed fences
It can hunt
where it wants
It tried to overshadow the sun
but it burnt itself
I am looking up at the sky
where acid rain is coming down
We tried to prevent the cry
from coming out
The cage is locked now
Life is just in a box
A box with ads and efforts
without any address
Its sight is everywhere
Its hearing is everywhere
And its feeling too
But where is it?
It has to roof over its nest
and settle down
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2. |
You Missed the Train
04:37
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In the space of a station
you were running
and a feeling of futility
caught you first
Hope was disappearing
in the gap of
the closing door of a train
I’m sorry you lost
because you missed the train
Your wall is not as tall as his
Your points are nothing for a team
You wonder about too many things
You cannot play this solo part
You outsider
standing at the wall
Climb up!
You can’t give up
Or do you want
to easily run away?
If you really want to
I won’t keep you here
Anyway you lost the role
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I am standing alone
beside a window
It’s raining outside
and people hide their faces
I am staring at a bird
It’s flying around outside
Waiting for me?
Taking notice of me?
Kept in this room
forever
Do you want to know something?
They invented a private line for me
A parcel with my memories
A letter of my love
An answerphone with their voices
A feeling of their presence
I am sitting calmly
at a desk
The sun is shining
People are silent
I am outside my head
on a walk with you
I am staring at a pane
thinking about a plain
Kept in this room
just for a while
Do you want to know something?
I invented my own private line
My inner world of images
where I am meeting them
We are talking about us
living together
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4. |
Response
01:14
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instrumental
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5. |
Remember the Day
05:15
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Remember the day when you came into this world
Remember the day when everything started for you
Remember the day when you had nothing behind you
Misty roads - still before you
Ready at the starting line
Just three words: ‘Do you realize?’
A great chance to run your life
The red day in your calendar
And the bright yellow light
‘It’s not the same for all’
A church bell in your head
Remember the day when you came into this world
Remember the day when everything started for you
Remember the day when you had nothing behind you
Truly every child in this world
has the same chance to live his life
to hand out joy and endless green
to stand on the same stair as the others
in front of God
In front of God
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6. |
Seizing
06:02
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Still in it
Nothing will escape me
not a single bubble
which came towards me
A drop of chance
for a new beginning
a new experience
and perception
When I absorb everything
my body will tire a little
My mind is still working
At least I am thinking
I am spelling words wrong
The thought processes in my head
are going away soon
to the dump of thoughts
After a while the mind will wear out
Bubbles are running away
passing on
and I am not able to catch them
I will empty myself
as my imaginary hall
fills up
inside my head
Essences escaped me
But still I have filled myself
in the last row of a theatre
during the boring performance
When I am thinking about that
I start to understand it
surprisingly
even with my empty mind
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7. |
Perfect Isolation
04:54
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I don’t see your
mouth moving
I don’t hear you
Why do you hide?
Where are your
so often mentioned
opinions
and ideals?
They are caught
in a cage
of silence
or blare
I am listening to
the clatter of a keyboard
Your fingers are dancing
as you are hitting letters
You are typing to someone
Their voice is hidden in wires
Their eyes are behind a curtain
Words are filling a screen
I meet you in the street
isolated in a bottle
not to hear any sound
not to feel your touch
Just...
Just a snatch of your sigh
and you will save my life
A tap is free now
Talk is filling our space
our inner world
Finally turning
And after some time
I will meet you
I will hear you
on a green meadow
You will be singing
and I will be waiting
till the end
of that song
To stop time
just before...
your last word
your last sigh
your last move
your last smile
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8. |
I Saw the King Crying
01:44
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instrumental
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9. |
Behind Your Back
06:52
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I was losing time
lying on a couch
sitting at a desk
writing the message
Letter by letter
thought by thought
time was passing me by
escaping my notice
I spent time in a blurred picture
roving on the playground
looking for the answer
for a trace of hope
Time was running away from me
leaving me behind
Alone in the dark and a desert
feeling no fear
I used to be pressed for time
in the past
But now
I am free, eternally free
No hurry, no sureness
This dimension ceased to exist
Goodbye Time
A clock stopped ringing
A church bell stopped calling
I missed all my meetings this week
I forgot to pick up the mail
I left my homework at home
I lost time
for a while
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10. |
Drops Are Falling
04:55
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I was walking along the eternal road
and I wanted to read
what was written on the papers
in my hands
Suddenly it started to rain
Raindrops coursed down the sheets of paper
They started to get soaked
and I couldn’t finish them
When they dried it was too late
to read them again
Now they embraced needless information
It didn’t matter
Nobody asked me what happened
just why I stopped to read
Even if they asked
they weren’t interested in my explanation
Nobody was interested, just me
but I wasn’t the only one
who knew the truth
which was more
It doesn’t matter
Raindrops are falling on the papers again
But it’s not raining
I am crying
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