1. |
The Well Of Creation
05:03
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I walked alone and naked
in places buried deep in my soul
(I walked in places buried deep in my soul)
The ticking of a drowsy clock
has led me there
With steps as heavy as my eyelids
I've pushed myself on 'till the gates of the night
To find out a new day inside of me
and to give life to this blank sheet
Black is the well of creation
Things of my imagination
Rise at the dawn of darkness
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2. |
Arthur The Hedgehog
05:20
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I'll do you harm
and this cant' be helped
so accept the pain
cause my kissing lips are full of nails
Bleed here in my arms
Sleep with me in this bed of thorns
through tears and wound only I can love
I hurt you to keep the winter away
I'm Arthur the hedgeog
I know only this way
Closer, Farther
Shrieks, Laughters
The wind outside
cold and sad it cries
Closer, Farther
Shrieks, Laughters
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3. |
Kerouac The Toad
04:29
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Keruac the toad, born in the womb of the River
soon he forgot that to Great Mother Water
his life he owed
He said: "This water's so good,
so fresh and its flow his so quiet,
for me I want it all"
And he started building the walls
Kerouac the toad, king of his own little swamp
swollen with sludge glance down on his kingdom
sat on a rotten throne
With a crown of reeds he sat on a throne of lilypads
"I'm Keruac the king" he said
glancing down at ramparts
But soon Kerouac waters, parted from the flow of the River
became deadly still
and turned into a filthy swamp
Kerouac the toad, king of his own little swamp
swollen with sludge glance down on his kingdom
sat on a rotten throne
Kerouac the King, plunged in the rot of his Kingdom
said: "Rather than sharing the River with others
it's better a Swamp of My Own"
Kerouac the toad, king of his own little swamp
swollen with sludge glance down on his kingdom
sat on a rotten throne
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4. |
Schumann Resonances
01:46
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[instrumental]
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5. |
Jenny The Peacock
05:14
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Me
The Centre of The Universe
Others are only brilliant spotlights
enlighting the stage as I dance
dissolving as I sing this verse
I'm Jenny The Peacok
I've got millions eyes
They're not watching you
I'm watching myself
Under my rainbows
Everyone bows
The whole world spins around me
like feathers spin on my tail
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6. |
Kevin The Mole
03:22
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What if now I dare to watch outside?
What if all that light would blind my eyes?
I've never seen her face
I've never heard her voice
In this absent space
I've never made a choice
I've never kissed her lips
I've never felt her soul
Here there's only fear
This hole my whole world
What if now I dare to watch outside?
What if all that light would blind my eyes?
I wait to see her face
I wait to hear her voice
I believe in Fate
so this is not my choice
I wait to kiss her lips
I wait to feel her soul
she'll erase the fear
so I'm waiting in this hole
Kiss me
embrace me
Be my direction
I dream of you always
So come here
I'm waiting
What if now I dare to watch outside?
What if all that light would blind my eyes?
Kiss me
embrace me
Be my direction
I dream of you always
So come here
I'm waiting
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7. |
It's Full Of Stars
02:10
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8. |
Change
03:38
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9. |
The Tired Buddha
03:31
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10. |
Yellowed
04:19
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11. |
Chiara
05:05
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