1. |
The Embassy
02:46
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Pilate’s voice sounded different
but the palace of Herod looked mostly like this.
I was telling you,
you must think I’m a good man.
Hegemon,
It must be a misunderstanding
I never said I wanted to destroy the old temple
Hegemon,
You must believe me,
only a fool would say that.
You speak of a truth you don’t understand.
What is truth, after all?
I like useless things.
Don’t take it bad, stay for the night.
I will, but not today.
Let me live or kill me
but don’t bury me alive.
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2. |
Yellow Sword
02:17
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It only speaks and bark
s
and curses horrendously, with no reason.
I carved its voice on something more durable than memories.
Poor thing.
This he learned from men, and men only.
I would swear it was a man
like me, like us.
Maybe because it could talk?
Yet, that is not enough to make it a man.
There is the genius
always chasing something that cannot be found
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3. |
The Sitting Man
02:04
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If I am not mistaken,
we ended up choosing existence
deciding to let essence aside.
We also went past a man
and we saw a snake hanging from his mouth.
A big, black snake.
Someone told him to bite it, twice.
Bite it, twice.
That’s pity for the dog.
We also had “difference”
but we could not use it
and it became just another category.
It would be nice if it had remained “nothing”.
That man is sitting.
We did not let him live,
we didn’t kill him either.
That man is sitting.
He lies here buried alive
and we will never see him again.
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4. |
Whistling In The Hole
02:30
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Forgive me Sire,
but I think you should handle this.
I feel better now,
I had a vision.
What was I going to tell you?
Yes, I am an atheist
but there’s no reason to thank me.
If he hadn’t been dead for two hundred years now
they would lock him in a nuthouse.
After all, I told him
your ideas are too complicated
you would make people laugh.
But could you please tell me,
tell me,
maybe you know
what will happen to you tonight?
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5. |
My Dear Friend
01:38
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I want to tell you about my friend
someone who likes watching.
He spent countless hours watching.
Till one day he realized
that all he was interested in was the moon.
He said that nothing can be whole in beauty,
that he would never wake up to stare at the sun.
Orfeus was too cautious,
he should’ve slept,
he should’ve followed my friend
who only liked to watch the moon.
Alas, they made him stare at the sun.
And the endless night has come
where not even silence is whole in beauty.
I couldn’t agree more.
And so he hurt himself today too.
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6. |
Love Psalm
01:31
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7. |
Sons
02:19
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Turn and breathe hard
Dance on every single thing
Climb over and ride
You think you dress the silent sky
Our naive friends call it flux
We try to be less dumb
and call it need.
Climb over and ride
You think you dress the silent sky
Climb over and ride
You think you dress the silent sky
Climb over and ride
You think you dress the silent sky
Our naive friends call it flux
We try to be less dumb
and call it need.
Turn and breathe hard
Dance on every single thing
Our naive friends call it flux
Climb over and ride
Climb over and ride
And breathe every time you need it
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8. |
The Piss
02:24
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Tomorrow I will come here forever.
We’ll wake up together,
every morning.
I’ll be living among your useless things.
And where are we now?
We’re on Earth, fools.
And what do you see?
Does it move?
I can’t tell.
If there were gods,
how could he cope with it?
And for those who think like us
do things themselves dance too?
They laugh and flee,
they surely don’t come back.
Everything goes
like a youth mistake.
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9. |
Object
03:01
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Cry.
Hush.
Relentless selfish, where are you dragging me?
I follow you, even on a faded trail
It’s exactly people like you who
should not be slaves to naturalness and artifice.
You run from yourself in your neighbour.
Have you not mistaken once more?
Yet, you told me that mistakes do not exist
Indeed.
We’re blabbering about things
that have meaning only to us.
What do you care?
Someone’s eavesdropping
But you already know.
The space between things
is undergone only by the wind
There’s no place for meaning among them.
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10. |
Republic
03:51
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You don’t see it yet,
you’re still a baby.
You thought only about yourself
my dearest friend.
So much misery, my fellow brother.
So much trouble to climb down here once again.
The abyss is the metaphor I like less.
Linearity and repetition
are nothing but centuries-old beliefs.
Is disorder in details?
In the end,
we cared about the whole only for a few years.
We wanted to stop it
at least sixteen times so far.
Such a poor number.
Yet how great it can become when the jar is smaller.
Reality lies in measures,
here’s your beloved detail.
In the end this is the banality of our eighty years.
The memories of a few moments
flattened on an entire life.
Is it enough?
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