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The lone ranger
08:24
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The lone ranger
Childhood nightmares lead his path
All hopes and longings past
All this pain borne on his small shoulders
Never learned to grow older
Little orphan’s good conscience buried
Taught to worship the air that they breathe
Now this grown man turned to lone ranger
His only way to evade danger
The sand underneath his feet
The burning sun
The only soul he seems to meet
Are his thoughts that keep him dumb
And blind for all affection
He shuffles on
To the next intersection
Of crossing roads and loveless bygones
Never felt a soft breath
A finger that ran down his cheek
A mouth that met
His own to soften sorrowful shrieks
The heat upon his striped back
The wounds of lessons past that open
Back in track
Hooded virtue dawns in black remembrance
Against the strong wind he struggles
His strength will never die
As the rain streams down his face
The tears of a life gone by
Left alone scared
To young to fight it
Trapped in the arms of the habit
No one else cared
His burns went so deep
Each night that he cried himself to sleep
They’ve been preaching a world that doesn’t match reality
Filling him with feelings of guilt
Feeverish and flushed, running from society
Dreaming of this new world he built
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2. |
The aim
06:30
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The aim
Come on in
The show’s about to start
Come on in now
The show’s about to begin
Welcome at this flying circus
Take a good look at our fabulous monstrosities
Aware of any resemblance
To your own face, your own habits
They might strike you with disgust
Or you might even leave with a smile
An open horizon at a new world
With various colours and creatures swarming over your fields
Those who have seen your face
Draw back in fear
I am the mask you wear
It’s you they hear
The aim of their gaze
You’re part of the freak parade
An alien race
The aim of their gaze
You’re part of the freak parade
For your special ways
Only fit in their self-made fairytales
The aim of their gaze
Welcome at this mirror maze
Take a good look at your reflecting monstrosities
Beware of any acceptance
For you might be the target
Of your mocking bird’s song
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3. |
Those heartbeats
04:49
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Those heartbeats
I saw your face
And I roughly hit the floor
Your lips encountered mine
And the universe embraced us
Your body entangled with mine and I
Travelled between parallel dimensions
Back and forth, back and forth
Tracking love
You touch it with a fingertip
And it all turns to dust
Tracking love
Brittle and lethiferous
But forever praised in lust
Oh, I am longing for those stormy nights again
Oh, I am drowning in the flood against your cliffs
The mirror reflects your face
My lips speak your words
Those heartbeats aren’t mine
Your trail of thoughts surmounts my own
My soul devoured whole
Those heartbeats aren’t mine
I see the world through your eyes
My skin as rough as yours
Those heartbeats aren’t mine
Those heartbeats aren’t mine
Those heartbeats aren’t mine
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Omniphobia
07:51
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Omniphobia
Creepy thoughts are going through my mind again
Crossing lines into my imagination
Creepy creatures crawling all over my skin
Closed in by darkness
In a labyrinth of bloodcurling anxiety
Closed in by walls that take my breath away
I’m on the edge
I’m on the edge, release me
Jump from the cliff into this paranoia
See the sea approach me
Fly towards freedom, part from all fears
Omniphobia
Seeking comfort in my dreams
But overcome by haunting nightmares
Seeking shelter but I know there’s no way out
Feel my heart
As it skips another beat
Torn apart
By another restless sleep
See me, hear
My voice calling out for saviour
Reach for me
Before I fall into the deep
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5. |
Dance of shades
06:45
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The dance of shades
Something stirs deep down inside
Swiftly turns all craving nights
A hunger for lust strangely satisfied
Innocence with blushes that can barely hide
Long lasting darkness awaits the break of day
In time that's spent to find the way
All black is bent into lighter shades of grey
The warmth of daylight colours every branch
From dust arises a young romance
Softly cries the earth back into trance
Oh hear the melody ring
Pan's flute fills the air
A frail and delightful thing
Disappears somewhere
The dance of shades has begun
A game of playful chase
Revealed by each touch of sun
Vanished again at my embrace
The rimed skylights are clearing
A touch of frost left unchilled
This desolation feels soothing
As the tempest has stilled
A soft breeze leaves a whisper
Of tender words in your ear
One look over your shoulder
Only a distant cheer
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6. |
Theatre of the absurd
06:53
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Theatre of the absurd
Lift the black veil covering the faces
Struggle through thick mud
Open mouths but no sound heard
Drawing silenced thoughts
Chased by dark distorted shadows
Down their legs talk the lies
Bruised up inside and out
Beg in smothered cries
Wriggling fingers, clawing hands draw near
With heat as cold as ice
Trembling by every touch
Voices switching to
Mute your fears
Choke on your tears
Speak up speak up
The sound of your suffering needs to be heard
Stand up stand up
There’s no shame, no blame, no lies to hide away
Speak up speak up
And unravel his theatre of the absurd
Stand up stand up
The curtain falls and the hunter becomes the prey
Steal bars surround you
Too hard to break through
Your own prison haunts you
Too hard to break through
Countless numbers still unheard
Hand in hand, a voiceless herd
Thorn and scratched their female pride
A sudden loss of their will to fight
Countless numbers still unheard
Hand in hand in a voiceless herd
Cornered and punished by their wounds
Howling lonesome to the moon
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The storyteller
06:40
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The storyteller
Slither slide through the slopes you make
Speak in tales and weird tongues, lost in the life you fake
Glide along with the ghosts you chase
Don’t look back, guide the way, through your misguiding maze
Hiss and whispering sounds escape
Truth and reality morph into contorted shapes
Slither slide through the slopes you make
Speak in tales and weird tongues, lost in the life you fake
The storyteller sells his stories with persuasion and belief
When a tear drops from his eye, you’ll get caught in his mischief
The mystic wonders of illusion are all he ever needs
To kill your insatiable hunger, you should bite the hand that feeds
The storyteller tells his stories
Listen and you’ll fall
Into his bottomless pit of words he uses to enthrall
His mystic world of desillusion
He can’t resist its call
No history can be outrun, you can only stall
Horned beast breathing down his neck
Growling words, vicious thoughts, causing him to lose track
Heavy load carried on his back
Can’t resist, tries to think, but the courage he lacks
This last drop finally made him crack
All the colours that used to surround him turn black
Horned beast breathing down his neck
Growling words, vicious thoughts, causing him to lose track
Feathers float around
A last breath sighed
He stops to hear the sound
His eyes so blind
Now have found
The asylum of his mind
Cutting through the vines
Of clouded thoughts
He starts to clear the signs
Of battles fought
That draw the lines
To sorrows brought
In a life defined
By the grudge for the warmth he sought
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a bundle of Djoy Aalst, Belgium
A merry band of acoustic musicians bringing acoustic, atmospheric songs in which one can dream away and join us in the
fantasy world we create in our lyrics.
Haike: vocals and flute
Stitch: acoustic guitar
Filip: percussion
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