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Little Raphael
07:35
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All the weeping eyes make a weeping stew
Let us sail the night
On this morning dew
With your tiny oars the boat does dwindle
And we might lose some weight here
To find what love is
To know what love is
Little Raphael – you are who sees
For the undecided, going back and forth
For the doubting friends, that are mine and yours
Do you want to live a life that matters?
I better find myself a place
To lower my head
To lower my head
Little Raphael, the bed is made
Every pleading grain in the evening,
Has a weeping mill
You can look for your own thing
But then it's all that you will have
Every wanting won, by a breath of air
Every pleading done, with one stroke of a hand
And I heard she stayed, for to see the dawn
When she couldn't bail herself from this town
Then she took a train to meet her parents
And I may know a terrace,
Where the winds fold
Where the wings fold
Little Raphael, I’ll pay for those
And I heard you live with an open lace
All your cables lost
In a moonlit dance
Where do you intend to live this summer?
And I may know some people, they might help us
They might help us
Little Raphael, I care for us
Every pleading grain in the evening
Has a weeping mill
You can look for your own thing
But then it's all that you will have
Every wanting won by a breath of air
Every pleading done with one stroke of a hand
Where the water folds, where the tall grass bows
and my pleading shows
In the rising sounds
Is it all you have
Is it all you have
Go on my queen, claim your servant's name
Claim your servant's heart
Go on brother, this ground claims your name
And it claims your love
And it's all she asks
And it's all you have
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2. |
Prelude no. 1
00:24
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3. |
Ljubljana
04:03
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In the flight
From my quest
I was bound
To express
All these thoughts
Tender things
But it's not
What I mean
And I speak so much more
Then I used to, before
And my flight
Like the deers
Running fast past my ears
And it all blooms, all blooms, all blooms once
The money goes
The money comes
The money goes the money comes
And then, and then, and then and then
What?
Istanbul
Tel Aviv
Ljubljana
Such things
I have watched, in your streets
But the memory
Slips
And in my thought I have seen
Such a brave little thing
Such engravings of kings
On an everyday spring
And it all blooms...
Come here, scared kid, and stay with me a while now
And even if you're not sure
What paints the snow
We should find the time, cause we don't have so much
You know
We ought to live somehow
Oh darling you should know…
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So is this the silence, of the gentle bee?
Darling will you suffer
Come, sit next to me
Like you used to
When i was a child i used to treat my toes so wisely
Then they would carry me
And the sparrows of Merritt Island are no more
so tell me, how far is, the nearest shore, that we can go from here.
Where did all the painters go
when the rebels broke the chains, and who will be my lover, if justice will prevail?
And who will break the fountain, and drink with his two hands
Come mourners, gather round the fountain
The creek is dry, but is the mourner dead?
sing a mending moan
sing a reckless song
and the sparrows...
Women taught me everything there is to know
oh but i keep forgetting
and so i moan, and i fight, and i sing these songs
You see this broken moan
can't be lost or sold
you see this broken moan, can't be lost or sold.
And The sparrows…
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5. |
Francois
05:52
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There's a man I heard some people,
Want to steal his heart
A wanderer that came my way
A heart that knows the songs of seven seas
Before they parted
And he went far away
Far away
Francois don't you know
Your heart belongs to no one
Still I wish to hear you play
Once again
Songs you used to play
Songs of far away
Underneath a chapel they all heard a baby's cry
The hunchback and the thief
A woman lost in grief
But the streets of Paris never saw a beggar's eyes
Like his
Oh never
And he went far away, far away…
Francois don't you know
Your heart still dawns on seas unmeasured
Still I wish to hear you play
Once again
Songs you used to play
Songs of far away
Where did you go out my love? I heard the back door slam
And every night you go out there
And every night you go out there
I knew someday you'll stay with her
And I remember sleepless nights in our caravan, when we had nothing
Thought I heard you say
Once then
You loved me
The carriage rolled like dice along the roads and all the stray dogs followed
To your weeping violin
burning
Francois don't you know
Your heart still lives among us here
And at night I hear them play
Once again
Songs you used to play
Songs of far away
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6. |
The Crater Song
04:53
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Hand out the grace
Hand out the thousands
Keep the address and return to the sender
All shall be given
Now there's a war, like most of the times here
I cannot but bargain my peace with the silence
That leaves me uncertain
And where are you now? For a moment unbroken, I saw almonds are blooming, in the mist of your eyes
Beyond all the fences, the jails of today and the jails of tomorrow and the mirrors of sorrow, spring is here at the almond, will you follow?
Just like the swallows, over the crater
We turned towards the unseen and were caught by the feathers
We met in the doorway
And in this temple
Where we are whirling, nothing is moving but something is stirring
Quietly turning
And where are you now? For a moment unbroken, I saw almonds are blooming in the mist of your eyes
Beyond all the fences, the jails of today and the jails of tomorrow, and the mirrors of sorrow, stars awoke in the gutters, heaven swam in the dog bowls, left outside.
All shall be given…
Oh, I hear the petals are falling
In the land of Shiraz
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7. |
The Interrupters
04:56
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Sweet sister
How come your burrow, inherits the light
Do the protestors give birth to their fights?
How come the conscience of thieves
So innate
If with one tiny spark
you could stir the whole grace
Where is that blanket, of merry old stars
Went to the tailor to have it repaired
Where is the former deputy's hair
Gabriel took it
Now the head is bare
I don't know if it's wise to be so close
I don't know if it's wise
To be close to you
Are they so different, the branches and my hands?
For i've seen a garden in the dreams of my friends
But Where is that hole that we had in the fence,
I couldn't find it
I guess they had us dressed
And I became familiar
Those lonely nights
Had given me so much
And I have known those lonely nights
So well
I don’t know if it’s wise to be so close
I don’t know if it's wise
To be close to you
Where are you fathers?
You were holding my dance
So fast, so alone,
I can't keep in this pace
But water to snow
And bread into wine
I'll bathe in the water
And my body will shine
I'm sorry sir to interrupt this whole thing
Thought I heard something that I knew
That I thought that I knew
I'm sorry sir to interrupt he said,
thought I heard something
in our scanner
there is a bold figure
and the whales, did come
the whales did come
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8. |
Getting Older
04:15
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Mother meets you
In a garden full of roses, son
She says summer went crazy
and she's not the only one
And each of these roses
Must follow it's fate on his own
At least i got you son
So i'm not the only one
Mother meets you
In a lavender field near Tibet
She says summer went crazy
But we haven't fallen yet
ahh this wind's blowing soft
And still offers you time to come back
So don't ponder on misdeeds
And answer this call
From your nest
Getting older
Getting older
Getting older, getting older, getting older
I've been old all along
I've been old all along
Mother meets you and she tosses her crown
at your feet
Says what you're describing
Is nothing but your own defeat
And all of this madness
Is all but just something to hide from.
We are not here to find a solution
But to find one another
Getting Older...
I've been old all along and i feel
all the ways that i made in myself to conceal
And i was tempted or hunted by sounds of the earth
and they told me to go
But then
Will I ever come back
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9. |
Kitchen Fables
04:48
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Act I
Colours rise from the pots
Flooding the kitchen,
Green and gold and butter orange ponds
And all the black sulphur
From your crimson dress
Is streaming in the early blue of dawn
Mountain bleeds golden seeds
Birds come for launch now
And the silly doves came dressed in white
And all my black Kimonos
That I kept for our dance
Are singing in the Opera in town
Red Hair in red braids
In the crimson mountain
Your hands
Green jade
Picking the leaves for supper
Act II
I believe I believe
so far so good
no pain, is over yet
can you tell can you tell
in our lives here
no saint is always that
Red Hair in red braids
In the crimson mountain
Your hands
Green jade
Picking the leaves for supper
I believe I believe
So far, so good
You will, marry him
You will be you will be
Dressed in light
My dear friend, my sweet thing
The Crater says:
Yellow storms, golden laughter
Your hands
Green jade
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10. |
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I know you think the world is going to end
But the summer's here
And the crickets leave their trace upon my soul
And I'm following their tracks back to their maker
I know you think there are things that have to be said
But it’s so cold outside
And won't you come here, heart and all
And it's not about who I think that might save us,
Or make us well
‘Cause we're back in the...
We're back in the Mystery
Back in the who knows where
Back in the mystery
Back in the who knows where
And all the while, the earth is sighing oh
I know as you know, there are so many things to be done
The whole glacier spent
In a war we really can't afford now, anymore
But I'm following their melting to the ocean
‘Cause we're back in the…
We're back in the mystery
Back in the who knows where
Back in the mystery
Where Lorca still lives
Where Cohen is near
Where Verdier's wandering on the
Spheres of the pear
Hafez blow your horns at night
Where the old road is aging
Where the old road is blooming
Where Zelda is gazing
Where Solomon's truly in love
Where Basho still draws on
The air of the night
The air of the night
Now
My ancestors are here with me
And their love it is gathered within
When this love will be blooming
It will gather all things
Wer'e Back in the mystery
My mother of mother of mother of mother
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11. |
Prelude no. 2
00:30
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12. |
Thread of Love
06:06
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Come down doves, come down doves
Are you looking for a stranger?
To be caught, on a thread of love
Dear love, dear love, don't let me be a stranger
In my time, here.
The great lord, the great lord
Don't fold your arms yet
We came to visit just to watch the rain
Don't close the gates yet
As we were caught inside our pains,
A children's laughter I have heard
But who has left a rose
and ten thousand scarves of scarlet
To be fluttering so
In the changing winds
And who has made you love,
to flutter in this town, once again
And made thunders rise in the bellowing eyes of
Beggars as we are
I hear the earth begging
For a man's tears
I hear the doves bleeding in my own sleeves
I Hear your soft breathing
One summer's eve
We are taking our time
Go on, take the lead
Come down doves, come down doves
Are you looking for a stranger?
To be caught
On a thread of love
Dear love dear love
Don't let me be a stranger
So I may feel the heart of
What I see
The great lord the great lord
Don't fold your arms yet
It's only fools like us who came today
Don't close the gates yet
Came all the beggars in the field
And I saw some kings among us there
The great lord the great lord…
I've been a son, I've been a child, I've been a lover,
I've been old and I've been younger,
I've been letting go and mumbling phrases,
tasting summer weeds and orchids,
I've been begging for the moon to stay
Another minute in the daylight
But who has left this world,
so empty handed?
Like a bowl of grace, on a sidewalk show
And who has called the rain,
To fill the beggar's bowl up again
And left the moonlight to be held in the arms of
Beggars as we are
I hear the earth begging
For a man's tears
I hear the doves bleeding
In my own sleeves
I hear your soft breathing
And the night around you sings
And we are taking our time
Go on,
Take the lead
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