1. |
From Seeds to Town
05:56
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I would plant some seeds
In all the places I go
I would spread some smiles
With my own two hands
I wish in my palms
To see diamonds being given
But they would change into bugs
Not the lightning ones, but soul eaters
The trees of them are too rigid
They seem frozen forever
They climb up to the sky, it reminds me Babel
I would plant some seeds
But every place is made of tar
I would spread some smiles
Even if they stay unseen
At night they blush the sky
They wrap themselves in their own sheets
We smothered stars from above
And created ours below
The trees of them are too rigid
They seem frozen forever
They climb up to the sky, it reminds me Babel
The trees of them are too rigid
They seem frozen forever
They climb up to the sky
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2. |
About Castles Part 1
04:24
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Could the water remember
If we doubt about what we share ?
Could the sea tell us tales
About castles that have been moved somewhere ?
Could the shore note
The departure
Of sand that slips away in our shoes ?
What's going on
When it's raining in the ocean ?
Could the shore
Notice the fleet
Of sand that slips away in our shoes ?
What's going on
When it rains in the ocean ?
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3. |
About Castles Part 2
04:19
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I saw a whole empire bursting at night
Going up to smoke
And then blown away by a giant guy
And then I saw the growing habits
Replacing the dreams
Of a shall-not-speak fifty years old man
He's now hiding every night
And he does ask for all the maps
In every explorer shop he finds
Which suits to wear
For his mind and body to come along
Anywhere
He feels comfortable
Yet the daylight seems like warm foam
Ready to eat his night
Youth may be a room, made to warm up our
heads
While the forgetful cold of a winter makeshift
shed
Wanders through the cracks
Of the old vapoured oak
I saw it burning in the dark
In the dark
Of newborn factories
Sitting here like bookends
Our past still glows
As an old fashioned torch
Coughing glimmers
Under the reeks and smokes
And Future starts now
Behind the steamed-up window
Of the house that's not anymore a home
And Future, it starts now
And the Water, does it remember ?
I saw a whole empire sitting on its own
Standing always here
Until the waves they turn it into foam
Thumb up in the lying sea
Hitching a ride
What does the water remember
If it's all been washed away ?
What does the water remember
If it's all been washed away ?
What stories could tell the sea
About castles living for a day ?
Could the sea tell us tales ?
What does the water remember ?
Which traces will remain ?
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4. |
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Ask me a question
Ask me and I'll step back
And ask you two in return
"Why?", you're wondering
Ask me a question
Cause I know a single sunny day
Rarely turns into a whole summer
At least I can listen
And sponge it all once or twice
And ask you if everything's alright
Ask me a question
Cause the warmth of a stray day
Rarely turns into a whole summer
I wish I could clink with loneliness
As if it were a beer
Sitting in your glass
And then I could raise my hand
And then having nothing to ask
Could at last a single day
Finally become a whole summer
Though I know we're used to think
Any pile of bricks can make a home
I haven't seen the architect
Just a worried workers team
If ever I found Heimat
In memory fields or summer hints
Then maybe would a pile of bricks
One day build a home for me
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5. |
Missing Parts
06:12
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Hello new other day
I tried to disguise
Old inner words
Twisting them into lines
Every time the same speech
For a hush I used to dress
Maybe I did too much
Decorated absence
At the dinner of future years
Could have very little conversation
Can't discern a smile from a shell
So-called poets from the Fausts
Nor my heroes from the ghosts
All the time
Hello new other day
I tried not to try
Distant wishes
Now are forgotten
Just said a heap of words
That made up the silence
Yes, mine they holler out,
So louder than me now
At the dinner of future years
Could have very little conversation
Can't discern a smile from a shell
So-called poets from the Fausts
Nor my heroes from the ghosts
All the time
Good morning my old friend
Maybe the last hello
Is already passed
And I didn't know
But for the times they change
What the clocks cannot gauge
I bet my hopes with days
I gamble my hopes
That I can get over it
Hello new other day
I tried not to try
To keep in touch
To let you come first
Just said a heap of words
That made the silence up
But mine they holler out
So louder than me now
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6. |
Outro
02:42
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Bacaruda Caen, France
Pop qui progresse, détrempée de post-rock.
"[...] c'est Léonard Cohen, les textes en moins, la fuzz en plus."
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