Ultima Thule

To może by tak akordy to Larch?

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poproszę o txt do piosnki "Renewed" ze szczególnym uwzględnieniem fragemntu o pomarszczonych tytanach roka (czy tytanach pomarszczonego roka)

RENEWED

Everything is bowing to the spring
and I'm springing (what a rhyme, what a rhyme, what a rhy-rhy-rhy-rhy-rhyme)
Sign-ificant glimpses, sing-ing green
sing-a-sign (what a rhyme, what a rhyme, what a rhy-rhy-rhy-rhy-rhyme)

between vocal cords good vibrations
souls in elation
thousand-part harmony psalm

everything is coming back to life
lalalive (what a rhyme, what a rhythm, what a rhy-rhy-rhy-rhy-rhythm)
wallowing and writhing in the sun
writing songs (what a rhyme, what a rhyme, what a rhy-rhy-rhy-rhy-rhyme)

planted growing billowing below
praises giving flowering above
all the earth is dancing for its Lord
tune up your hoarse voice to his love
and burst with warmth and rejoicing
scatter some sun seed
tune up your small heart to his call

everyone's renewed and reconciled
to the past (what a rhyme, what a Xeś, Lodge and tomass-media Edge)
everyone is over stupid fears
song is over (no it's not, no it's not, no it's nototototot)
yes it is

XII '95

_________________
in the middle of a page
in the middle of a plant
I call your name

Dzię!

POOR PRODIGY

he started singing as the embryo
means at the age of 0
oo

his kindergarten career brought some dreams of fame
but as he strained his voice it started falling down
tried as he might he couldn't get it higher
oo

and he broke his vocal cord

V 96

_________________
in the middle of a page
in the middle of a plant
I call your name

AFTER THE END

nothing's really changed after the end
trees I used to write of bloom again
waters still despise the skies
ripples lazily end their run

earth's a big green churchyard of the time
I'm the only one who has survived
solitary purging walks
loneliness astounds my soul
for the first time

all the aimless loves
all the hopeless hopes
have here their answers
in the hands of God

flowers gently climb my armless arms
birds don't mind my presence, sing their chants
men live on ly in my thoughts
(she doesn't love me anymore)
memories burning in the sun
(doesn't want to see me anymore)
start to forget

all the helpless trials
waterfalllike cries
here's a xplanation
in the hands of God

all the wistful songs
all the grievous poems
have here their punch line
in the hands of God
here in the Hands of God

V 95

_________________
in the middle of a page
in the middle of a plant
I call your name

AFTER SHE LEFT HIM FOR ANOTHER

the summer has burst
and my lonelines has bloomed
will she disregard my hand forever forever?

green tempts and lures
to forget and diffuse
and to lose it in the morning sun
a childish slumber
well, it's the end

here I am sweetly wavering
counting all I've learned and what's still to learn
frozen dreams, not a single tear
it has gone too far
to wear that disguise of haze
I have to stay
awake

so shall I stop
just because she does not
love
which cares for flowers reciprocity
is silly
a feeling

nothing can say how I miss her today how I need her
but it's the common style of broken hearts
so I do not mind

here I am counting all my thumbs
looking at the web of my fingerprints
familiar lines
nothing's really changed
the stairs are the same though another step
I'll wait
I have to stay
awake

V 96

_________________
in the middle of a page
in the middle of a plant
I call your name

ACEDIA

I wake up in the morning and I sleep all day
I let go of the beauty and I'm gaoled in gray
I don't know how I do it but I'm getting old
I have many more things and i have much less joy

Acedia acedia acedia is on
Arkadia Arkadia Arkadia is gone

I feel like going out but I am watching Friends
and all i was to be's making much less sense
I don't know how I do it but I cease to live
I merely carry on in a tuna tin

it's all my fault, it's all my fault
I can't not eat, I fail to pray

The air is going dense and i don't have time
I've had my share of fun and my life should start
my lines are getting shorter
the tree behind my door has become my foe

Acedia acedia acedia is on
Arkadia Arkadia Arkadia is gone

III 2009


A TENTH

a piece of last resort
a shabby act of will
a tiny gust of grace
a fissure of a tear
suddenly amidst all this mud

someone in to love me
summoning to love you

by an unknown saint
by a random good deed
unexpected help, undeserved step
suddenly in my poverty

someone in to love me
summoning to love you

perhaps for one more hour
perhaps for one more day
but the load is here to stay
witness childhood's end
gradually less to be said

someone in to love me
summoning to love you

itsy-bitsy chalamanov tender tenth the angels fast glju
bitten button how about you join me tend the broken joystick

VII 2009

_________________
in the middle of a page
in the middle of a plant
I call your name

FLODIGARRY

Dun Flodigarry up on the Isle of Skye
Dun Flodigarry under the Northern skies

undisturbing rain
softens the sun
the hills beyond the bay
poke my guitar
and they're behind
I can hear Kacper shout
happy and full
on the hostel's bench

Dun Flodigarry up on the Isle of Skye
Dun Flodigarry under the Northern skies

've had my share of White Portree's Bread
've had my luck of good hitch-hike talk
and clear skies
unusual for Skye
I am all here
waiting for them

Dun Flodigarry

in future days of pensive mood
these friendly bonds just might go loose
and all this place for all it's worth
mighty but might not be of help

IV/VII 2009


PANSY

mafia mafia, can you sing me a new song?
Armia Armia, can you play me a samba?
do i look from within?
do i get Neverending Sunday?

Italy Italy, are you going away?
lovin' feelin' are you going to stay?
can I change the old man?
can I raise disappointing sunset?

pansy pansy, do you have any sister?
myster y, do you have any mistress?

looming graves, coughing rays
mustn't wait

falling hair, love is there
mustn't wait

VII 2009

_________________
in the middle of a page
in the middle of a plant
I call your name

CONVERSIONS

getting old - haven't done a thing
33 - haven't planted a tree

(got a sea of dreams)
(surreality)

I am offered a drought
I'm forbidden a chair
lurid plans
hard to run
and leave my chest behind
leave Manchester unites
a new Man

heart of stone and windless mind
stomach fool and empty hands
(store so many bars)
(fall from treble cleffs)

I am such an easy goer
and I'm offered toil
help me on
I might stop
and bring Tchaikovsky back
and hire Marchvitzky's backing vox
I hope not

(mały potwór speaks):
BRING TCHAIKOVSKY BACK
GIVE MARCHVITZKY A SACK
HAVE KABANOSOV SMACKED
HELP CHROBOVSKY CRACK
HRWUOHOHHYJHVLJKRNG!

VII 2009


ABRUPT UNLUCK BING

I weigh my way
I cast my past
a glass of June
the air castle barks, the ball is out

I sack my self
I larm my charm
a glass of juice
the telephone rings, it's Chandler Bing

wczoraj

_________________
in the middle of a page
in the middle of a plant
I call your name

FORBIDDEN

is all poetry? is all grace?
don't we say a word, the crickets softly blend
the only I can do: share the silence with you

you've been thunderingly good to me
inadvertently came out
all right

don't we say a word, the flowers lushly smell
inside my head
the only I can do: hide the glow from you
thank you

2007/2009


GRADUATES

I cast my shadow to the ground
I will leave it behind and I wish it well
and I too am lying there
right beside him aware I can see the point
didn't believe
in time
would be hard to link our separate ways


too safe and too polite
seems we can reach that depth but it only seems
we have grown out of us
and we rather remember than think nowatimes
could you please attend
the funeral of your telephone number in my head

1995/2001


LAUGHTERS

I miss the laughters of old
all the self-mocking jokes
the jester's cap
the pathos mashed
I miss the sparks in your eyes

I miss the low key of old
your contributions to songs
the ego cut
the stardom flogged
I miss the questions and rows

who will take my pride off?
who will laugh my tears off?
I'm so sensitive recently
I'm so fat and rich pointlessly

VII 2009

_________________
in the middle of a page
in the middle of a plant
I call your name

TOWN HILL

this path nobody dares
it'a a miracle it's still there
I've entered the meadow
the house afar
the road as it was
the forest behind
is good goodbye
layin' cross the river
brambles and all
I cannot bear
they will be dead
the cars overthere
this path nobody dares
withdraw

Who created pulsating lights

VII 2009


gods

I don't believe in Beatles
I don't believe in Soundrops
I don't believe in Hayward
I don't believ in trees
I don't believe in Elves
I don't believe de Mello
I don't believe in future
I don't believe in dreams
I don't believe in suchar
(I don't believe in I)
I don't believe in gigs
(I don't believe in Me)
I don't believe in Forum
(I don't believe in Mine)
I don't believe in Commune
(tylko Radio Di Drzej)
I don't believe in pastures
I don't believe in Sweetheart

2006/2009


FOOTSONG

my feet ask me, my feet drag me
on and on and on
never fail to wander

my sweet Zgliniec, my dear Rrrdziostów
round and round and round
forest village town

2000 trees I haven't seen and 8
2000 clouds I haven't reached as yet
I can see a field I am to eat
I can see a storm I am to drink

my heart bribes me, my eyes carry me
on and on and on
never fail to winder

VII 2009

_________________
in the middle of a page
in the middle of a plant
I call your name

LOVE GROWS LIKE HAIR

true love wakes me up
false love takes me high
true love carries on
false love peters out

false love's always sure
true love only hopes

I've been people in love
people in love are very noisy
hope to prove that real love grows like hair

true love makes me stand
false love makes me mad
true love goes by train
false love uses wings

false love's always first
true love's always last

I've been people in love
people in love are very noisy
hope to prove that real love grows like hair

the lovesongs are lies!
the lovesongs are lies!

VII 2009


CHARLES BLANKET

elo zią

can you turn up the bass drum?
can you turn up the bass drum?

so see you out there



STARE BOJANOWO (NOWE BOJASTARO)

the Wrocław roof, the Rawicz tower
Mosina chimney breaking clouds
the Greater Poland National Park
the clear Puszczykowo skies

safely here before I was
safely past I've gone and on

the Poznań Dębiec steady rails
relief upon the railway stairs
the notes on electric wires by birds
the Holy Mass in the Parish Church

much the same over the years
as I get old I treasure these
choosing rock not roll
approaching after all
endless extra time
endless extra time

the window birds around the City Hall
the laughters near Moraska Hill
the Citadel alleyways
the children on the Warta bank

safely here before I was
safely past I've gone
and on

VII 2009

_________________
in the middle of a page
in the middle of a plant
I call your name

PASTURES GREEN

He lets me lie on the pastures green
He lets me listen to the music sweet
He lets me count the lambs in teh sky
He lets forget the black sheep afar

I shall not want

to be back here again
to be alone
to try something new
to be young
to keep spirits wild
to be high
for the things to stay
and to change

beyond these hills there is Kingdom Come
behind that aerial there is home
I don't have to break the wall
all I need is friendship and love

no longer past
I shall not want

pozwala mi leżeć na zielonych pastwiskach
pozwala mi słuchać słodkiej muzyki
pozwala mi liczyć baranki na niebie
pozwala zapomnieć o czarnych owcach

nie będzie mi brakować

by tu znowu przyjechać
i być sam
spróbować czegoś nowego
i być młodym
utrzymać dzikość ducha
i uniesienia
i żeby tak zostało
i żeby się zmieniło

za tymi wzgórzami jest Królestwo Niebieskie
za tamtą anteną jest dom
nie muszę już przebijać się przez mur
potrzebne mi tylko <serce> i <bum>

przeszłości już nie ma
niczego mi nie zabraknie

2003/2009

_________________
in the middle of a page
in the middle of a plant
I call your name

Bardzo się cieszę, że z nową płytą ten wątek został podbity. Bo tak to zawsze żałuję, że nie wiem, o czym są piosenki Soundropsów.
A czy można by jeszcze prosić o December i Ineffable (moje ulubione kawałki z poprzednich płyt)?