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Roots
03:38
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Roots
Beneath the midday sun above the city's rooftops
Breathing weed and milk in the soggy air.
Floating with the breeze above the roar of the city
Hour by hour.
Wave by wave,
With the breeze
Wave by wave
Hour after hour
With the breeze way above the city
A silent night among the deep eucalyptus roots of the city .
Rugs of leaves and cigarette butts slowly roasting on a stone sidewalk in the heat of a
Fading day.
Spiraling down through cracks in the pavement in the exhaustion of a blazing day
And slowly fading on a stone sidewalk in the heat of a blazing day
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2. |
Holy Memory
03:06
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Memory sharp as the sound of a shattered engagement glass.
If I forget thee my world shall turn to dust
Your soft protective hand will wear a form of a razor.
A razor sharp axe paring,
Paring my fingers one by one
Each longs for the touch of your flesh.
Your flesh, your soft smooth flesh.
Paring, paring my fingers one by one, one by one, one by one.
Each longs for the touch of your flesh.
Your flesh
Your soft smooth milk white flesh.
Paring, paring, paring, my fingers, my fingers long
One by one, one by one, one by one, one by one,
Each longs for the touch of your flesh.
Your flesh
Your soft smooth milk white flesh.
Memory sharp as the sound of a shattered engagement glass.
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3. |
Full Force of Trouble
04:07
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In a full force of trouble we created a world
A world for two,
Each to his own
A pair of bright suns
Four walls and a moon,
A full glowing moon
Well now it looks like this
Now it feels like this
And it always comes to this
When it feels like this
File your nails my love
Sweetest love, file your nails
File your nails my love and stab them in whatever may stand
For the next wave will be higher
The next wave is about to be
In this grey ragged room
Two worlds are evolving side by side
Venomously striving,
Side by side
Lying naked on this thin bed
In the midst of the flood
C part
Great salty waves of mistrust
Our dams of seduction collapse
as i turn my back to you
watery grave rises high
Bodies sink down
bellow salty waves of mistrust
File your nails my love
My sweetest love
File your nails
File your nails my love
and stab them in whatever may stand
The next wave will be higher
The next wave is about to be
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4. |
Written Occurrence
03:45
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Do you believe in the written occurrence?
Would you allow your body to sometimes flow,
Softly flow
Majestically flow?
Flow for the soft breeze of what is about to be,
Beams In the shade of a Eucalyptus tree
An elusive trail on your skin so beautiful to see
Dry leaves rattling in the breeze sculpting the see-Through channels of what is meant to be
Can you feel it dear, it's so meant to be
Wind down next to me
So written to be
It’s written in our hands
Written in the palm of your hand
It’s written in our hands
The word glows in the palm of your hand
the palm of your hand
Do you believe in our written occurrence?
Would you allow your body to sometimes flow?
Majestically flow, softly flow through the see-Through channels of what is meant to be?
can you feel it dear?
it's so meant to be
Unfold into that moment that’s yearning to be
And flow here next to me
So written to be
It’s written in our hands
Written in the palm of your hand
It’s written in our hands
The word made flesh in the palm of your hand
The palm of your hand.
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5. |
Sacred Sister
03:50
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Yearning breaks out like fire in a dry deserted field.
She’s leaving today my sacred sister
Moving through me silently
Leaving behind dust and cold ashes
she passes through me silently
With this yearning for the words made flesh I wandered through your soul trying to feed this insatiable hunger in the embodiment of words
Another one of those journeys
You just can’t escape your own soul
A like that poem you quote
He who loves must leave.
so I guess that’s the ghost of presence
Looming at our door
So crystal clear those written words were spoken
With no bodies to conceive or hold
And so
Another door slams shut as I leave
The cat’s running wild,
He’s trying to escape a deserted field
Our deserted field
This Dry deserted field
A deserted field
Deserted
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6. |
Mistery of the Day
02:04
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The mystery of the day
Of vodka and of wine a sweaty mid day hour so close behind
I saw your eyes shining through a fast window car
Now turning left at the end of your street
A clouded sweaty day, smell of waves and amputated memories blur the road
Vodka and wine breathe heavily facial features are swallowed by foggy memory
In the mystery of the day
As I’m trying to erase the path when we used to flow so softly through the day
And now it’s this mystery that I just can’t erase
You and your clouded foggy face that I just can’t erase
In the exhaustion of the blazing day I would shove my hands into the sand borrows to repeatedly recapture your sole
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Handcrafted by the day ,
Under a white sky oblivion
Lingers between our bored fingers, oblivion
Bitten nails and bald spots fragrance of happy dreams
Handcrafted by the day, our happy dreams
Joy joy and happiness
Our miserable joy sculpts
Stone-cold walls of happiness
Eyelash by eyelash I rip in a slow and repetitive motion
And press my fingers up against your lips,
Eyelash by eyelash,
For the sake of all our sacred dreams my dear, just a few
Funny marks on wrists and ankles.
Handcrafted by the day funny marks on wrists and ankles.
Joy joy and happiness
Our miserable joy sculpts
Stone-cold walls of happiness
joy, joy and happiness
Our miserable joy sculpts
Stone-cold walls of happiness
Helplessly lying naked on our backs
Bare wounds, exposed in the dark.
Helplessly lying naked on our backs
Bare wounds, glow.
Joy joy and happiness
Our miserable joy sculpts
Stone-cold walls of happiness
Our miserable happiness
Four walls of joyful love
Turned cold fields of happiness
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8. |
Extinct Language
02:46
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Extinct language
Early morning hour lying helpless in this grey ragged salty room.
Exhaustion mutters,
Cruel venomous motion.
And so, our language has been burnt
Blue numbness and islands of anxiety in a grey sea of words,
longing for an extinct language.
A grey sea of words,
longing as we're slowly sinking in a grey ocean of oblivion.
A grey sea of words longing for an extinct language.
and our language has been burnt
lying helpless in this cursed room
craving our extinct language.
Our ghost grows crazy in this cursed room
They’re craving our extinct language
and our language has been burnt
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9. |
Trained Muscle
04:10
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Trained muscle
At the heart of a lie
My teeth are sunken in
In the force of my light-weighted head
The ring gently slides from my finger
Slamming down every wave that there’s to rise from the deaf of your soul, your little soul, your troubled little soul
In the path of distant memory
Now way beyond reach, five arched fingers
gather around the thin ring
Trying to feed an insatiable hunger
A voice of a weeping woman.
That deceiving sound of hope
As our unborn child lies under the scalpel again I repeat
A sinister cycle of words
Sliding my hand over the heart of a lie reinjuring bare wounds,
Slowly healing again and again
When we’re so scared to comprehend
That which is known to all
Covering the exposed in a thick blanket
Of dry vine leaves.
Crumbling with the heavy curbstone wind
Rising tall heavy waves rising
With the heavy curbstone wind
Deep within your troubled little soul
Heavy curbstone wind
We’ll slam them down
One by one, my love
I’ll slam them down
One by one
But oh, now can you feel it, dear?
It can happen
It can most definitely happen
when there is nothing like eyes shut -
Our most trained muscle
At the heart of a lie sunken in
Eyes shut,
So scared to comprehend my teeth are sunken in
So deep sunken in
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10. |
Enlightened Night
03:45
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So many eyes follow our movement as we’re captive in our blindness so sweet.
Oh please now tell me the price I’ll have to pay when the day breaks on this
Enlightened night.
Among the path of our capabilities, winding and ramified as branches of vine.
Like the taste of sweet drunkenness
Running up in our veins
And unfolding our souls
Pulling our bodies so tight to one another
Holy wine trickles from your eyes
Sweet hazel grin
An ancient secret is camouflaged behind your lips.
An ancient spell craving to burst so tell wise old tribesmen in your eyes.
An ancient secret bubbles from your lips,
An ancient spell craving to burst,
Tell me the price I’ll have to pay when the day breaks on this enlightened night.
Too many eyes so tensely set on us.
So many eyes are tensely set on us.
Too many eyes in the morning will go blind.
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11. |
White Muse
05:01
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The white muse
The white muse was viciously raped, a drunk poet at the brake of dawn claimed his
relentless revenge…
Her perfect body was found ripped. left in the shade of an old eucalyptus alongside a
rusty swing a fenced playground in the heart of the city.
A pair of black crows were pecking at her corpse….
pecking at her corpse….
No song will meet my needs.
It won’t be able to erase this flickering question mark at the end of every sentence
A noon of day, a sunny Saturday, a dark haired child sculpts
A white castle in the sand
A white castle in the sand…
The white muse, raped
Dark haired child, raped
A drunk poet at the brake of dawn claimed revenge
revenge relentless revenge
The white muse was viciously raped
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12. |
Coarse Salt
03:41
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The air stands still in the room
Early night, smoke twisting
Four white walls and I’m clinging
Before my blinding
Eyes, I freeze
Behind the horror paths of our abilities,
Hiding my head among the shriveled branches of memory,
Trying to fall asleep in their elusive shade
The sweet room of the night
Much too early,
Trying to fill your absence
With thick layers of
Coarse salt
A salty dreamless bed with the absence of you
The trail of your smell still soaked in the sheets
Behind the horror paths of our abilities,
Hiding my head among the shriveled branches of memory,
Trying to fall asleep with coarse salt, coarse salt
feeling the absence of you
much too early
Five years before dawn,
Too early with the absence of you
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Ran Shevi Israel
Energetic rock with a variety of wild tempos, ranging from electronic vibes to rusty sounds of electric guitars. Written as independent poetry, the lyrics are combined into soft melodies that flow in tempestuous energies.
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