1. |
Eroica
08:19
|
|||
Waving window
Light that turns my eye
Looking in at us
From your old world
Over our heads
Sprinkled through the sky
On the frost we stand
While you climb there
Wanderer-hero
Still our world is young
Run from the limelight
As if from another dimension
Wanderer-hero
Hold to a hope
Take your place
And stay with us for future days.
Out of the darkness
Opportunity appears again
An idea from something deep inside you.
It's worth the pain to see
If your course will take its time.
|
||||
2. |
Mechmech A
03:14
|
|||
Instrumental.
|
||||
3. |
Mechmech B
03:56
|
|||
Instrumental.
|
||||
4. |
Mechmech C
06:09
|
|||
Instrumental.
|
||||
5. |
Lie Still
07:52
|
|||
Lie still
It's descending from your tired eye
Apprehended underneath
That homicidal sky
Come out
For it pulls at every living cell
Throwing rainbows overhead
Snowcaps and spinning bell
Repent
When the golden kingdoms are far away
I reflect and I deny
The savage words you say
|
||||
6. |
Kunstwolle
23:50
|
|||
Dealt the hand that quickly lost us the game
In the gorge the exile in perfume lost.
Seraphim, the light within me.
Fantasy, and hidden turnstiles.
Help me walk beyond this song.
Close the case and snuff the candles.
Shelter those I love.
Hopefulness encased in longing
I heard in the night
the sound of unbending sleep
Pooled around a stolen meaning
Glimmering above the shoreline
Mirror image of myself
With each day it takes its breath
With form it threatens silence
End of an age
Leaves flowering forth on the branch
Shaken by spring
Smooth against our frozen hands
Full of wine and winding out
Blown from the center of the sun
Home is thrown away in shortened space
Galaxies are moving out across the edge
Piece of rock
evolved, moved while I
watched and learned and followed
speed and voracity
pummeling the mortar
the pent-up things scattered all over the floor
slithering into the stillness
as the coursing blood fires on through hallways
peeling through the morning
into daylight through the evening
struck, passed, welded out of flashing slivers
through the days
slamming into weeks through the turning moon
spilling slivered flashes on the mass
I stopped the standing waves
sounded out a beaming smile
made the matter glow
slid across the hardened prow
careened around the edges
racing through a year
into decades through the pitching generations
no time, no need to grasp or clutch
your screeching signs
|
If you like Kurt Rongey, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp