I.I was the Leaves that whisper take me off this Tree

It was the strangest thing
You were a mere mountain
I was the leaves that whisper take me off this tree
Oh let me blossom let me float
Upon the wings that bring us home

You did not speak a word
Only at early dawn
You opened up your mouth and sighed a heavy sigh
There is a man inside your belly
he has the Edward Klop disease

Oh… I left me leafness long and longing
and as my leaflessness unfolds
I have a hunger to go home
but hundred reasons not to go
Oh… let me go

//A naked exile dressed in black
the raven sable hanged the blank
He cannot stop he cannot fall
among the feathers forage calls
A cloud of fowls surrounds his rest
Ate like a bird drank castanets
He hears a voice that laughs and snares:
“ you wondrous man raving at air”
He feels but… don't know what he's done
Saw what he sees and flees and runs
Saw unseen tuft like Edward Klop//

He killed a man one day
then walked away from him
He saw his woman and the bloodstains on her dress
Said she had not moved since she did see
Her loving husband was now dead

Oh… I left me leafness long and longing
and as my leaflessness unfolds
I have a hunger to go home
but hundred reasons not to go
Oh… let me go

//The world in flushfull flux wakes up
A heavy stillness frames the crops
No fluttering of fresh flying flags
unseen in trees wind-whistles bends
The swelling sky enlits your nests
The stocky fingers long lost hands.
I gather dew drops in my cup
I drink, the driven wings go up
I gather flowers, hunger's clasp
Will break the dawn and break the fast.

II. & when the wind gave us her tender, tender breeze

Rachel the water swims
she swims ahead of us
and she will sing of sinking ships around the bridge

Rachel the night it sleeps
she dreams of open seas
and she will rise when darkness ever hits the light

The City lives amongst us and she will be our best friend
We all know it never really ends
The Sun gives us her warm breath, beauty we cannot get
The Wind gives us her tender, tender breeze


III. My blood was not enough

Why is the waterfall like the night?
Because its wall is love and its rain is right.
Why does the parasite stay up late?
Because it needs to suck blood 'till your bones are bate.

Stay on the road that you are in
Your heart is ripped out now there is blood on your skin
and all the things you said you have seen
Oh… I can see now where you will end up to be.

Why does the morning breeze sneeze with me?
Because day soon will begin and it frees our freeze.
Why does the parasite still suck blood?
Because this blood is a drug and it is never enough.

Stay on the road that you are in
Your heart is ripped out now there is blood on your skin
and all the things you said you have seen
Oh… I can see now where you will end up to be.

IV. My hands were meek, My feet got stuck

The rays, the rays, the rays
that rain upon the day undone the rays
That kick and pluck and kink and grow
and never leave a mark at all the rays,

That chatter on the whole as if
with leaves that hiss this blightfull kiss
of plain palms, wrists, fists, finger tips
and prisoned feet,

That, surely, want to follow, yes
but find themselves well-seeled into the grit
and never see tomorrow.

Every morning is a glimpse of the beginning of the world
Every morning is a glimpse of the end of the world

Apocalypse
Pristine Apocalypse
Precious


V. But Oh… behold

The black bearded heights and the hill tops will rise
and sing for the king of lights
The sea tide will hide 'till her waters run dry
and sing for the king of lights

For behold there is more than a man
and if all dark will fall still he will stand.

VI. What Love may conquer

Hush my love
doves will turn into black crowes
for winds are running.
Take my hands
kiss them once more then leave my breath
now dawn is still red.
And don't forget, I can be your bird now too
if you just want me to.

See the sun
it brightens up horizons. Morning is gone
and words seem harder.
Drown the moon
with all the heavy tears of the afternoon
when our hearts parted.
And don't forget, I will always be your bird
even though it hurts.

Seasons feed the seed of love
and I told you there is nothing untouched
The sprinkling filth has caught us both
and I told you the morning warns us with dark.
And don't forget, if you could only see the spree
I will be released.
And don't forget I will always be your bird
even though it hurts.


VII. Morning, it Breathes and makes me wonder

And it hurts.


VIII. If morning breeze bereaved of breath

Faces face to ground oh… faces face
So send them angels and flowers
around their beds of marble
Sun on a shady afternoon.

Shapes I see, grin of grief
Oh… send them answers
regardless what they thought of
of what is and of what ever will be.

There are two paths in the forest you can follow
There are mirrors in the waters in the woods
There are teardrops in the clouds that make us shallow and
There is blood inside the streams that make us new.

IX. Would ease my pain, Would soothe my sense…

Once was the rough,
Now long ago
Stream-breaking songs
Smooth as a stone

You never moved
Letting her run
Silent in awe
Through over you

Know what will come
Sit by her side
Stroking her arms
dressed in the light

Steady and stoked
Breaking the deft
Pillars will go
Pedestals last

Star ridden roof
We close our eyes
Nothing has changed
Cameras lie

Our hair, Our hands
One in the wind
One in the sky
Time out of mind

Bud open up
I'm out of breath
Someone's lament
Somewhere ascends

I never slept
Shine as you speak
Have to talk low
On top of the world

Slumber and sleep
faraway hum
Treasures you keep
Through the day drum

Paint on my back
Pictures of friends
chasing my lost
ribbons at last
Some want a king
Strong as the sun
Where has he gone
When darkness comes?

You had a coat
Hollow and warm
Never went out
Doors ajar

Sail through the flush
My troubled friend
All of our falls
Come to an end.


X. No nothing will outlive this glory

Sleeping solemn
come hold my candle
See the radiant 'wakening
of rainbow promised Son
Then come with us
until we find:
The willow waggled lost its rind
This certain sermon rusts the eye
In a lullaby for love, for love
The feathers fear the lonely isle
and I, I never realized
That all that is now
Will soon be left behind
So wake me up at dawn
and we will rise

Soon she'll whisper
I'll let you go when
The sky will open up and
We'll all be sailing home
Then come with us
Until we find:
The willow waggled lost its rind
This certain sermon rusts the eye
In a lullaby for love, for love
The feathers fear the lonely isle
and I, I never realized
That all that is now
Will soon be left behind
So wake me up at dawn
and we will rise

XI. The darkest night will find me gone

Take my hands and I will lead you
from mists of mind to open space
and all your songs will be angel sung
As the sun comes up
all the world will hush
you will shed false trust
where the darkling was
Dawn dances to the open
all colours kill spleen spite
and I'm your child

//I was the leaves that whisper take me off this tree
and when the wind gave us her tender, tender breeze
My blood was not enough
My hands were meek, My feet got stuck
But Oh…behold what love may conquer
Morning, it breathes and makes me wonder
If morning breeze bereaved of breath
Would ease my pain, Would soothe my sense…
No nothing will outlive this glory
The darkest night will find me gone
I will be amidst the morning
I'll find my home in break of dawn.//

XII. I will be amidst the morning

Cockcrow song
of our smiling host
I woke up
with my eyes still closed
vibrant scent of the dawn

Breathe my breath
touch my padlocked limbs
lightless night
hear Aurora sing
scattered blessed from within


XIII. I'll find my home in break of dawn

and I'm gonna build you a City to live
I'm gonna build you a City to live in.