Paragon Of Beauty - Seraphine... Far Gone Gleam lyrics
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Tracks 01. To My Unfading Sorrow
02. After Dark Vapours Have Oppressed Our Plains 03. Narrenjagd 04. Wie Ein Zartes Blatt Im Morgenwind 05. The Company 01. To My Unfading Sorrow
[A fragmentary scenario about crimson-scents and their manifold consequences for Utopia's flawless lily-oceans]
Still I linger, gloom-wings emerge On pure marble nightyards We are chasing the crimson one Sorrow! My dearest wound Caress me with thine silverclad hair Naked shadows, lucid hearse Clearings eclipsed by a nondescript curse Blind is the fool Whose dawn was just a narrow room Ornamented fairy-birches Soul mirrorshrines Sometimes cries my inner flame: "Oh breathe these singing lines!" Seraphine, thou far gone gleam I vanquish thy numb claws of purple Cold thorns are growing All around thine wretched countenance "May your senses sleep when I touch you" Who dared to kiss a jester's hand While he raped my drunken violin? Blooming streams without water The paradox of our hopeless search?...NO! Roaming all alone through orchards in the dusk Scarlet universe of lily meadowgalaxies Here I shall bleed, on the mirror writing-road Only ardent knights unravel my mosaic Hark...weaver of storms! Hark...moonforged sanctity! "Why can't I stay with you, sole beam of light? Myriad bewildered thoughts orbit my sentiments!" ...Sentiments turn to stone... Weinend ruht dein Marmorkleid Auf elfen-zartem Grunde Lautlos tont das Silbenmeer Aus deinem jungen Munde Bliebe uns ein Windhauch Zeit In auserwahlter Runde Kummerfalten bluhten leer Und wir im Flammenbunde Listen to our saddened chords You've promised me to wait This ode to my unfading sorrow: A diary in minor-notes Suicidal astral trips through Hallucination-galleries Spineless fairies sold their dreams In clairvoyant trance 02. After Dark Vapours Have Oppressed Our Plains
[John Keats poem]
After dark vapours have oppressed our plains For a long dreary season, comes a day Born of the gentle South, and clears away From the sick heavens all unseemly stains. The anxious month, relieving from its pains, Takes as a long-lost right the feel of May, The eyelids with the passing coolness play, Like rose leaves with the drip of summer rains. And calmest thoughts come round us - as of leaves Budding - fruit ripening in stillness - autumn suns Smiling at eve upon the quiet sheaves - Sweet Sappho's cheek - a sleeping infant's breath - The gradual sand that through an hour-glass runs - A woodland rivulet - a Poet's death. 03. Narrenjagd
Einst, da die schaurigen Flugel der Nacht
Mich wundenrot qualten, mir glaubhaft erzahlten Die traurige Mar vom Knaben im Moor Wie Dieser den Pfad zum Garten verlor Ube Dich in Versgesang Riet mir kuhn die Sonnenmagd Mannigfaltig ward ihr Gang Zur Jagd, zur Jagd, zur dunklen Jagd Ruhe niemals Wandersmann Der vor tollem Trug bewahrt Manchen Jungling fruh entsannt Zur Jagd, zur Jagd, zur Narrenjagd Wohliges Grauen in spukhafter Kluft Kriecht aus den Sumpfen und plundert die Luft Klick, Klack, Tarikk, Tarakk eiD nerraN nennmok niereh Wehe! grimme Zauberei Trube Tannenmelodei Tosend braust des Windes Chor Fahler Groll umfangt das Moor Wenn ungeahnt der Seele Grab Dein keusches Wesen packen mag... Man wispert sanft im Klageton: "Wohin des Weges, trauter Sohn?" 04. Wie Ein Zartes Blatt Im Morgenwind
Ungezahlt sind die Tranen, die ich heute fur Dich vergossen habe.
Ungezahlt sind die Abende, an denen wir zusammen die Sterne umarmt haben. Ungezahlt sind die Augenblicke flammender Liebe, kindlicher Freude ... Ungezahlt sind die Traume, die Nachte, die Marchen, Die Lieder und all die anderen Dinge, die wir miteinander geatmet, Gespurt ... Soll das alles nicht mehr sein? Soll Kummer unser tagliches Brot werden? Soll die Sonne nie mehr fur uns aufgehen? Soll der silberne Mond nie mehr uber uns wachen? Unertragliche Gedanken, die uns plagen ... Fort mit Euch! Wir sind noch nicht tot, denn wir lieben uns! 05. The Company Music & lyrics by Dick/Simmonds
Where beggars take cheques and children steal credit cards
From the pockets of wrecks that lie the road. I came to in my future and that was just yesterday, Unsure of my past that's a knot in my gut. You buy me a drink then you think that you've got the right To crawl in my head and rifle my soul. You tell me I'm free then you want me to compromise To sell out my dreams you say you'll make it worthwhile. Oh, boys would you drink to me now Here on the hill, half way up, half way down Oh, boys would you drink to me now Here on the hill, half way up, half way down You tell me I'm drunk then you stand back and smug a while Convinced that you're right that you're still in command of your senses. I laugh at your superior attitude Your insincere platitudes make me throw up. The sooner you realize I'm perfectly happy If I'm left to decide the company I choose. Oh, boys would you drink to me now Here on the hill, half way up, half way down Oh for the company born to the company Live for the company until I die. The sooner you realize I'm perfectly happy If I'm left to decide the company I choose The company I choose is solidly singular Totally trustworthy, straight and sincere Polished, experienced, witty and charming So why don't you push off, this company's my own. Oh, boys will you drink to me now Here on the hill, half way up, half way down Oh, boys will you drink to me now Here on the hill, half way up, half way down Oh for the company, dream of the company Live for the company until I die. Oh for the company, dream of the company Drink to the company until we die Until we die Until we die. |