1. |
Robert Reverie
04:13
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Robert is a strange old man
Living on a farm alone
Sleeping in the barn. With cows
around him all night long..all night long..
that’s where he belongs
When he meets a woman
he bows his soaring head
He’s looking straight ahead,
’cos he never knows just what to say
Robert’s chopping trees, Robert’s cutting hay
But strange old Robert don’t know what to say
Amongst the trunks there walks a tall grey man
You will see a head that looms in the crown
of an aspen tree
Talking to the birds. It’s what makes him feel free
Robert’s lived alone too long. In his tiny world
His house is like a bursting drawer, full of socks,
foul-smelling and curled
If his neighbour knocks on his door, he’ll close
it with a a grin. He won’t let them in.
And if he did they wouldn’t get along
Robert’s chopping trees, Robert’s cutting hay
But strange old Robert don’t know what to say
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2. |
On the Floor
04:50
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Please do not come close
Please don’t even talk to me
Don’t open the door
I’m on the floor
I’m watching a fly
Whirring around in the lamp
Tries to escape but freedom’s out of sight
Its wings on fire, no one turns out the light
It feels as if
Something pulls me down
Churns inside
Slowly around
I’m falling endlessly
Leaving light behind
Into a darkness
Where I could as well’ve been blind
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3. |
All Kinds of Clouds
04:54
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I’m watching clouds. All kinds of clouds
They move like a parade in the sky
A 100 miles up high
Varied like a woman’s face
Fragile like a thought
Changing shape like moods in a mind
And leave without a trace
One of them appears as a princess made of fog
Turns into a rabbit and then into a frog
She veils the sun when you want the sun to shine
And lets the light through when you need a nap or two
In the end she grows huge. Darkens into violet
Approaches like a wolf towards a prey
While the blue sky turns to gray
Then she lets go. Thunder and lightning
Pouring all her raindrops over me
‘Till I’m forced to flee
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4. |
Will It Turn Silent
03:01
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If my eyes seek a tree
It’s not necessarily because I’m hungry
’Cos when I look up at a tempting fruit
I might wonder
When will that apple fall
When will that branch let go
And if my eyes climb a peak
it’s not always from an urge to conquer
They might wonder,
When will that snow let go
Will there be a warning
A rumble
Then will it turn silent
Quite silent
Time walks with a slow pace
It’s not in a hurry to arrive
Just like at night on the open sea
You won’t see the changes
Until there’s moonlight
And suddenly there’s land in sight
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5. |
In My Field of View
03:13
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I’m just walking around without knowing why
Crossing streets not choosing left or right
Just passing by
My only wish is that I’m gonna have a day
with no plans at all
I don’t want to laugh. I don’t want to cry
I just want an empty minded stroll
I’m just walking around without knowing where
Crossing streets not choosing upwards or down
I don’t care
I don’t imagine that I’ll save the world
I have no dreams I believe will come true
I follow my feet, the direction’s ahead
I just walk in my field of view
Maybe the waves of my mind
Will join the waves across the salt sea
Turn to rain on the other side
Like a message in a bottle sent by me
I’m just walking around without knowing why
Crossing streets not choosing left or right
Just passing by
And as I walk the world is spinning around
Faster than ever and common sense loses ground
Swirls up echoes from hateful voices
of bygone time
Applauding what I would consider a crime
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6. |
Grasshoppers
03:37
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I close my eyes letting sounds be my view
Flies are buzzing and bumblebees too
And I hear grasshoppers playing
I don’t know what they’re saying
But I don’t say anything
Swallows are singing up high
From the lake I hear the loons cry
A cuckoo performs his thirds
As the proudest singer of the choir of early birds
Voices that come from the valley below
Seems to be happy,
But you never, you never, you never know
I just close my eyes to this audible view
My mind is the state
Where all kinds of sounds are passing through
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7. |
Beneath My Feet
03:20
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Remember we were wading in the water
And I could feel each and every stone
beneath my feet, beneath my feet
When I got cold and began to shiver
You looked at me and smiled and said that
I was sweet, that I was sweet
Unsteadily entwined, we went ashore
Left our feet in water
Stayed quiet for a quarter
Both of us knew
There will be stones in our shoes
But still I shiver when you look at me
with that smile
It’s been like that for ever and a while
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8. |
In the Sea
03:48
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Mary locks the light up behind her eyes
Inside she turns to water
Where bubbles look like stars from where she lies
She can feel the fish how they move their tails
Tickled by a school of silver herrings
And sifted through the soft baleens of whales
Mary falls asleep to the sight of a fishing boat …
that glides quietly on shallow water
At a peaceful pace
Oars make ripples mirroring her face
Then she’s thrown towards the shoals
by the undertow …
Left to dry by some fragile moonbeams
Until salt is all that’s left of her dreams
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9. |
Shadow in the Corner
03:10
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Every single second was a droplet of a stream
That draws her towards the falls,
Can’t you see her how she crawls
While a hoodie hides her scream
The room became a river,
her desk a wobbly fleet
She tries to stop each second,
turn their small quick feet
But they ignore her prayers
Keep running in a line
like fearless hostile soldiers
There was nowhere she could go
And no one there to save her
No heroes anywhere
Just a shadow in the corner
Who was pointing at her chair
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