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Collage Dots

I may perceive, yet I can't see The importance of the dots in front of me Scattered fragments on an arid plain No connection to be made Astray, amidst this life's decay In a forest deaf and blind Charade, in acting as sounds bade An opaque glass...

Człowiek Ryba

Przyszła panna, która opowiada, że ona zna pana, który przyszedł znad morskiego dna i tapla się, tapla się w wodorostach i w brzuchu trzyma swoich i krzyczy: ,,jestem król, jestem król, jestem król!" Tak naprawdę nic tu nie ma i nie znajdzie...

Giving Up Is Easy [If You Try (Hard Enough)]

i rose a hundred times before rocking on the wind's soul i took two hundred hints before i go where the cold wind blows but i never could idolise somebody who's so far away and i'll never let you take hold of my simple body long days, long d...

Mozambique

i come from the shadows leave a light or i may just disappear i come from the gallows from west-end aisle a mile away from your home and it's rather cumbersome on my heart that some people stay and some people part i come from the sun it bu...

Ride

Does this ride ever end, will the ride ever come to an end? You have to try, for you cannot tell or guess. A mastermind that you are falls unconsiously into this light that shines like a socket most pristine. Beneath the temple of your heart resides a...

Shake Your Rainsticks

touch me again with your naked heart it's made of glassy blood-stained pillow-filled guitars geometric models, they offer a different view of the same old chapel made of stony brew reel me to life with your fishing rod it bounces of the ocean floor...

She Dreamt of Planes

I carved you a tombstone, for the hot cherry sky It fills me with hope that it won't return From sunrise to sundawn, we walked along the pier The clouds confess the sun's gone, the light has disappeared I found myself falling, headfirst to the ground...

Walk

i walk among the pines a cool breeze warms my heart the birds tell us tales about trees without their roots but we hold no faith in stories told by owls who haven't seen them fall they seem so false and cruel can't be understood a piece of b...