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see you around the bend
03:25
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you are like the sun - you shine on things around
but I'm among those things - they do not make a sound
I knew you were that flame that shines its light up there
I knew that if you touched my skin I’d burn down - I’m aware
but when you left the landscape the dark came to my room
because you were the light shining that I'm reflecting like a moon
and I am just a satellite hoping to be a star - in the end
see you next sunrise - see you around the bend
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2. |
unfolded
03:14
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who knows what you think when you sleep there
without me - on my bed - next to you
watching you gather your stormy whirlwinds
of feelings - gut-feelings - you go on about
you seem to have a pattern of ideas
that you've sewn along the years
folded - unfolded and rucked
again and again you will
and I understand how you feel
when the cloth is unfolded
and seems creased and worn out
so let me tell you that you are only wearied
by the times that you've stretched it
gather your blankets bring them at my place
spread them out on my bed
take them out until late in the afternoon
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3. |
my day becomes an hour
02:50
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a day without you is a year on my own
time spends its time giving itself on loan
cigarettes and diaries fill enormous lonely hours
with what is mine and only mine - with what I wish would be ours
feeling sorry about the past is a hobby I am used to
over-thinking about the seconds - over-feeling about us two
then you come and comes the light in this hole I call “myself”
and my day becomes an hour and my house becomes a shelf
too much me is someone else and I’m tired of being me
I’m a very simple lover - I’m the one who’s never free
life shouldn’t be a prison for the things we sometimes feel
feelings are the only reason we are here as human beings
let me ask you out this evening - let us speak while we walk
let us spend some time together - let us feel - let us talk
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4. |
burn my lyre
02:58
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what will you think when I'm no more?
look - by the door there's a box with my secrets in
take a look and when you find
that key behind all the papers go to the brook
take the key - please don't you hide it
from the tide leave it there on the beach for me
take your time - if you see them come
beating the drums and with banners that say my name
when they do cast it for me
into the sea and then run 'cause they're after you
take the box - set it on fire
then burn my lyre and send everyone to the docks
it's not true - there won't be a crowd
crying out loud for the key that I left for you
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5. |
in bliss
01:17
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6. |
feel your fall
03:52
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What happens when the moths
Nested in the cracks of the day
See the coming storm
And swiftly swarm around the lightning ray
Cry out loud
Talk to me from the inside of your own crowd
My fibers crawl
All around your scream that echoes through the hall
Where do they go? Where do they go?
What happens when the moths
When there is no light and they all fall away
Hear the distant horn
And dizzily down they go to hear me say:
Down down down
Keep your wings in tension 'till you reach the ground
Feel your fall
The impulse of my tendons as I hear your distant call
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7. |
the wreck of a rainbow
02:48
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maybe it was nearly November and right behind that bend
I saw a thing I could remember until the very last end
the boys and the girls were speechless - my brothers and sisters amazed
'cause we were all standing to witness the wreck of a rainbow that lay in the haze
none would believe, - none would bother us ‘cause we were just kids in a town
and I was ready to swear on my mother
it fell from the clouds when it rained upside-down
scholars - professors from all of the land examine and analyze but can't understand
how can a rainbow now solidly fall and how can it scatter like bricks from a wall
the kids say the truth - they were there - must tell the ministers - the poets - they care
such things can happen in stories like this - get out of our poems and give it a miss
stop trying to give sense to it - we're only taking the piss
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the name of things
03:16
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I swear I try but I don't know why it's so hard to be simple
words slip out and mess about and my thoughts start to crumble
the names of things by the way I sing never sound ordinary
ordinary is the word but as soon as it's said it makes everything so much heavy
ordinary is not right and right is not quite the word I might use
I know you understand but on the other hand there must be a link to the roots
the roots of the heart - that's where I should start to do the things I need to do
to stop feeling shy - I'll try to be dry and tell you my way that I love you
so the song of a bird by whoever it's heard casts one's heart like a spell
but you hang to the words and I wasn't born a bird - I was a child who grew up to tell
but I'm on my way - sorry for the delay - but I can't do much about this
to feel like a fool and drown in a pool of words when I could just kiss
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9. |
you and your nudity
03:37
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gentle and brave as a feather you used to come swirling down
jumping one step then another to lead me with your lilac gown
blessed be you and your nudity as it leaned over my simple sleep
and waking up all of my impertinence the lilac bent on your eyes - deep
sleeping beauty on your throne of crystals you were nothing like the things I ever heard of
as you slept the pages had just symbols and when you awoke I could read all the words
you had changed the language of mankind - our everyday-talk became suddenly loyal
the bowl and the jug became lanterns the road before us instantly royal
the fields of grass we stepped on and the cities they yielded all to gaze at the land
and fate followed us and our pity like a madman with a razor in his hand
but none of these things I could ever tell you - the words I've said until now are not mine
I climbed on the back of a poet to sing his diamonds with my copper rhyme
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10. |
cling
02:24
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I can't make it from this hold - things just cling onto my soul
when I try to set them free they cling even more to me
holding on with jealous lips to my heart and fingertips
just as you did when i touched your eyelids and your eyes clutched
to my back walking away counting all my steps and days
i'm one out of a million a bird resting on a tree
stop bringing water to the roots and to me
i've no roots - darling - it's a hard thing to see
'cause you have blossoms - 'cause you are the tree
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Sergio Beercock Palermo, Italy
Sergio Beercock is a UK-born Italian theatre performer, singer and multi-instrumentalist. As a musician, he published his
first solo album “Wollow”. As a performer, he works in theatre companies also as a director. His new research leads to his new album “Human Rites".
Management: Fabio Rizzo fabio@800a.it
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