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La Caverne
03:21
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To The West
03:43
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At the inn we make a stop cause the journey takes an age
A sweet light is dancing on the beams & in my beverage
Yeah we drink & drink, tomorrow we'll need courage
As the jig speeds up we're receiving a message
The Sound echoes between the hills, it goes )))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
The Sound echoes between the hills, it goes )))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
Our ship it calls on to the West, singin' )))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
Spare me the adult bullshit, we don't live in the same dimension
No comfort & no lies please, nor quiet life in this grey season
I'll sail the sea & ride the highway straight
West is always my mission, West is always my fate
The Sound echoes between the hills, it goes )))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
The Sound echoes between the hills, it goes )))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
Our ship it calls on to the West, singin' )))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
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Cycles
04:44
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At the edge of the Age of Pisces
Two sisters have been shot in the morning
Day comes in the middle of the night
Strikes us like the cavalry of Pilate
More & more claim the end of days
While curse the stars cause they're here to stay
Here's the mystery of the cycles
Cosmic seasons much bigger than people's
Something's going on in the belly of the city
Some fawn is chuckling in the undergound galleries
Something's going wrong, I can hear it rumble
In the East I see waves rise & tumble
Some of us have flown away from here aboard a basilica
We've joined the purring frozen legions of novas
I think I'm losing my mind without my loved & lover
I play my floating flute, I am the cosmic piper
At the eve of the Age of Aquarius
We're shooting fireworks to light the abyss
Day come in the middle of the night
Come save us at the north pole of time
Now this space temple without a sound
Keeps on ringing the memories of Man
But you're all gone & the devil's home
Since fire fell & Earth roared
A big black eye blinks in the void
This craft's a trap, run to the lifeboat
Now see this screaming wreck spewing death
Slowly drifting away from our foolish selves
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Hollowdays
07:53
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Tall noons & dreamful nights
Tell us again, what is time?
Here it's just music, smoke & sunshine
Floating above our lives
August is crushing our brains
Almost forgot our birth & our names
And don't even notice we're in flames
Always asleep in these hollowdays
Outside the big boxes are white hot
But their insides ugly candy coloured
Thousands of air conditioned bubbles
We'd laugh if we weren't so stoned
So let's go down for a little pop drive
Past the ballet of industrial pipes
To where wide horizons respire
Completely fill these hollow rhymes
Keep your eyes on the vanishing point, would you?
Please propel us to a new point of view
See elsewhere, my friend see you
Under another sky, a new kind of blue
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