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A Cow Calves
02:40
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Die Kiefer wuchs an dem Osthang des Berges und ragte hoch über das Land, welches sich karg vor ihr erstreckte. Der Baum ließ sein blindes Auge für Jahrhunderte in die Ferne schweifen, bis er eines Tages starb. Viele hundert Jahre bewahrte das Harz den toten Körper vor dem verrotten und der Baum wurde grau, vom Wetter gegerbt.
Doch es war ihm gleich, denn es war nur ein Baum.
Eines Tages erstieg ein Reisender den Berg. Er fand Gefallen an dem lebenden Toten, und nahm einen Ast des Baumes mit sich. Vom Drang getrieben, Erschaffer zu sein, begann er, das Holz zu formen.
Doch war dies dem Holz gleich, denn es war nur ein Stück Holz.
Und schon bald nahm es die Gestalt eines Vogelkopfes an, und von da an ward es ihm nicht mehr gleich.
Je tiefer das Messer drang, umso deformierter geriet der Kopf.
Den Erschaffer überkommt die Wut, weil er seine eigene Unfähigkeit erkennt.
Voller Verachtung setzt er den Vogelkopf in Brand.
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Black Sand
06:27
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One's life a desert
Forlorn by nature, austere emptiness
It´s on you to wander that sphere
Condemned, from start to end
On you, to fill your bag with seeds
Your decision to plant them, where and why- you choose
Rainmaker, fertilize the soil embedded in sand
Soul flesh weak
Soul flesh weak
And I still wonder, wonder why
There's only black sand that comes along with you
Whither shall I flee?
One Day the sun will melt the black sand
To be reflected by it's mirrored surface
What is your sun, your light in these dark days?
Running from yourself, not to be stuck in quick sands
You're its creator
The more you move, the deeper you bog down
All your strength
So weak
Self defeating
So weak
Soul flesh weak
Soul flesh so weak
While tracking your steps
I found a haven, build it my own
In places, I'd have never climbed alone
I tracked your steps
I found a haven ,build it my own
In places, I'd have never found alone
Emerging
From soul flesh weak
Emerging from soul flesh weak
I can throw the rope
But it´s on you to pull
Till then I observe you dying- joyful
Till then I observe you dying
Joyful grief
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Buddhism Bootcamp
05:05
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Greek, call me the one who bears plenty!
No tracing the footsteps, no leaving the trail.
What did I learn back in Buddhism bootcamp?
A will yet unbroken is already failed.
A will unbroken,
A will already failed.
My want is none,
My want is none.
Forced past all required abstraction,
Once close cognitions becoming estranged.
Heads wagging pigtails,
Blood pacts with dead horses
Turn futile when faced with barrages of change.
A will unbroken,
A will already failed.
My want is none,
My want is none.
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Beacon
05:51
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From where I am standing
To where I commenced,
Familiar depressions I once walked
Form a hole in the sand.
The world at a glance from the lightheaded
Beacon that I have become.
A monument to stationarity,
For I shall crawl to none.
None!
None!
Raging waters are shifted by forces,
Yet I wade as I stand.
Structures rise, morph and crumble
From a weak maker's hand.
The world at a glance from the lightheaded
Beacon that I have become.
A monument to stationarity,
For I shall crawl to none.
None!
None!
Als das Feuer, genährt von dem Harz, den Kopf des Vogels verzehrt, ergreift den Erschaffer das Mitleid.
Er löscht das Feuer, aber eine Seite des Vogelkopfes verbleibt schwarz und verbrannt. Beschämt lässt der Erschaffer den Vogelkopf zurück, stellt dieser doch nun all seine Schwächen dar.
Von da an ist der Vogelkopf verlassen und niemand soll ihn für lange Zeit passieren.
Die Tage werden kürzer und die Dunkelheit wird für den Verbrannten zum Licht.
Eines Tages kommt ein Krieger des Weges.
Er sieht die Schönheit in dem Vogelkopf und nimmt ihn mit sich.
Und an dem Tag, an dem dem Krieger seine schwerste Prüfung in der Schlacht bevorsteht, vollendet er, was ein anderer einst begann.
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5. |
Midwife
05:17
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Life drowns its palms in fertile dirt
And grubs man out to light.
Pulls, tears, leaves marks and scars on him
To make man terrified.
As if to say: "There is nowhere
Whereto you can revert."
As if to say: "There is nowhere
Whereto you can revert."
Spine crooked and twisted, brittle bones,
Displaced jaw, scattered gaze
Attest his midwife's cruelty,
And yet you hear man say:
"Life shall form and deform me!
Hate the body, for I see:
If I remained in innocence,
I could not be complete."
And yet you hear man say:
"Life shall form and deform me!
Hate the body, for I see."
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6. |
Spent the Night in Heat
07:00
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I spent the night in heat
And fever fed to me a dream
That every time returned
When it seemed to just have been.
First I grew sad and hateful
Over all the dreams i'd miss,
That night could choose to grant me
Yet anew it gave me this.
I spent the night in heat
And fever fed to me a dream
That every time returned
When it seemed to just have been.
First I grew sad and hateful
Over all the dreams i'd miss,
That night could choose to grant me
Yet anew it gave me this.
I hoped the heat would vanish,
But the dream returned each night.
And hope that once was burning
Had become a flickering light.
I spent the night in heat
And fever fed to me a dream
That every time returned
When it seemed to just have been.
First I grew sad and hateful
Over all the dreams i'd miss,
That night could choose to grant me
Yet anew it gave me this.
I hoped the heat would vanish,
But the dream returned each night.
And hope that once was burning
Had become a flickering light.
And all the dreams I once had hoped
To dream in place of mine,
I learned to hate instead,
For not to them I am confined.
Bei dem Fluss treibt er den Stahl in das Holz. Schnitzt dem Vogelkopf einen Schnabel, damit er fressen kann und Augen, damit er sehen kann.
Als er fertig ist, verbleibt der Vogelkopf dennoch mit zwei Gesichtern. Die eine Seite hell und fein gearbeitet, die andere schwarz und verbrannt.
Und er sah, dass sein Werk vollendet war.
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7. |
True Hydrocephalics
07:06
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Outside the many distinct eye
To have beheld some truth,
Bread for the blind, crumbs fall through cracks,
Light without gravity of will that crooks.
Black-spotted hands spawn
Physicals of layered land,
Put everything into its right place,
And dignity back into man.
Into man!
True hydrocephalics map
Remnants of uncharted land.
Shrines come to form a pyramid,
And likenesses of ones to represent
The archetype
And all to come from them
Light comes to those prepared to suffer
And return dignity to man.
Into man!
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8. |
At Spring's Last Day
08:42
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Und später, im Angesicht der Schlacht, erkannte der Krieger sich selbst in dem Kopf.
So stand die helle Seite für all die Liebe, die er zu geben hatte, all das Gute, was er zu verbringen vermochte und all die Schönheit der Schöpfung selbst. Diese war die Seite, die er andere sehen ließ.
Die verbrannte Seite jedoch verbarg er und leugnete deren Existenz.
So bezeugte sie doch in tiefen Furchen die Dunkelheit, den Schmerz, die Trauer und all das unvollkommene, was ihm nur allzu vertraut war.
Und noch als der Krieger sein Schwert in der Schlacht erhebt, begreift er, dass es, wofür er zu kämpfen gedachte, längst gestorben war.
Er sah, dass dies nicht länger seine Schlacht zu schlagen ist, kehrte dem Schlachtfeld den Rücken und ließ von all seinen Waffen ab.
Und der Vogel stieg auf und begegnete den Dingen fortan mit beiden Augen.
True love, true pain, and true adversity
Foster a bond between us
And entangle our hands.
Let life not catch up to the love we have,
Hold me and help me pull the remnants that I can't.
That I can't.
That I can't.
That I can't!
On my own devices!
And by my own means!
In search of something better!
With two hands entangled In the face of a storm,
Together we shall
Prosper & succeed!
Prosper & succeed!
Let life not catch up to the little that we had,
And leave me not, nor lead me,
Nor stand idly by.
Hold me like I hold you, and long as I have will to walk
Let us nor leave, nor lead, but walk together by each other's side.
Other's side!
Other's side!
Other's side!
On my own devices!
And by my own means!
In search of something better!
With two hands entangled In the face of a storm,
Together we shall
Prosper & succeed!
Prosper & succeed!
On my own devices!
And by my own means!
In search of something better!
With two hands entangled In the face of a storm,
Together we shall
Prosper & succeed!
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