International Phonographic I (2018)
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Blue Matter
When red turned to blue
Blue matter in the sun
When clouds filled the sky
Certain dawn would never come again
When blood turned to sand
And rocks obscured my sight
The surge in my ears
No longer blue its tide
When grey turned to blue
Blue matter in my brain
When I turned to you
To tell you ‘bout the pain
You held me and told me
That everything was gonna be alright
If I just made it through the day
Catch me when I fall
Far away from this world
Pour me in a bowl
Let me rest until I find my form again
Blue matter, blue matter in my brain
Blue matter, blue matter in my brain
And here now we stand
At the edge of the abyss
Casting glances into the dark
From which we emerged
Slightly wiser yet scarred
I thank you everlasting friend
For staying with me
‘till blue matter turns grey again
Blue matter, blue matter in my brain
Blue matter, blue matter in my brain
I thank you everlasting friend
For staying with me
‘till blue matter turns grey again
Big City Cats
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Chalk smiles, bright lights
Reflecting gods in window panes
Lone cats amongst grey cars and black dogs
A loner hides in perfect view
And nothing is a shield sublime
Eos knocking at your door
Your mind now wanders stranger paths at night
Where the sane thoughts never tread
Luminous eyes of all the streetlamps
Are searching for the wounded spot
Eos hands upon the wall
Sealed lips, eyes closed
No reflection, no one knows
Big city cats, they are alone
Hide behind the wall of glass
Just don’t move and wait
They’ll pass
Sealed lips, eyes closed
No reflection, no one knows
Big city cats, they are alone
Hide behind the wall of glass
And let all the people pass
Big city cats, they are alone
The city lights have drowned the night
Photonic threat, the rising tide
Try to wipe the drops of light
That seep across the great divide
With your palm against the glass
The last cigarette has burnt out
As trembling hands reach for the heart
Eos stretches out her claws
Your feet are damp now from the light
Leaking pain across the floor
Foreboding of the coming tide
Slowly rising up, leaking through the milky glass
Eos tightens up her grasp
Sealed lips, eyes closed
No reflection, no one knows
Big city cats, they are alone
The city lights have drowned the night
Photonic threat, the rising tide
Big city cats, they are alone
And you try to shut the blinds
To block out the morning light
Big city cats, they are alone
When the flood has reached your room
You’ll jump the ship and we’ll meet soon
Enough again
Coming Home
Hello, I’m coming home
To where our dreams collide
To where my past resides
To where my sun does rise
Come on
This house of rising sons
And daughters
Grows children into bigger children still
Because
There’s a house for kings
And there’s a house for lords
And there’s a house for those
Who don’t care at all
Welcome
To the house of many colors
Welcome
To where I’m gonna stay
When the fog rises up from the fields at dawn
And the mist from the night before starts to clear before your eyes
You’ll see with friends surrounded to the east
And realize that you are finally home
Because
There’s a house for kings
And there’s a house for lords
And there’s a house for those
Who don’t care at all
Welcome
To the house of many colors
Welcome
To where I’m gonna stay
Welcome
To the house of many colors
Welcome
To where I’m gonna stay
Mars
The angel has left Earth again
No need to check her apartment
No need to ask her friends
The angel has left Earth again
No need to check her head
No need to check her bed
Yes sometimes she walks on Mars
The little figure in the dark
The red dust on golden hair
We will never get there
We will never get there before she’s dead
I know I scared her off tonight
Her world is bleak and dead
Brought shadows and destruction
To the haven of her head
She’s looking for a hero
And I cannot be the one
Please look on, please look on
Little angel, please look on
Yes sometimes she walks on Mars
The little figure in the dark
The red dust on golden hair
We will never get there
We will never get there
We will never get there before she’s dead
Yes sometimes she walks on Mars
The little figure in the dark
The red dust on golden hair
We will never get there
We will never get there
We will never get there before she’s dead
Know
To the spy inside my head
I sometimes wish that you were gone
Cause bitter skeptic’s talk gets me no help
And all your words
They’re acid to me now
I thought you should know
And with the benefit of doubt – I guess
Your intentions are still good, I give you that
Still I get the feeling that the bitterness has
Clouded your judgement ‘cause I see
That clear skies are ahead
I thought you should know
And still your acid words infest my head
Filling me with fear and hate instead
I swear to you this war is over now
Time to leave the stage and rest in peace
Your time has gone and so is my demand
For spies lest we forget
Once a servant now you are a threat
To the things that I hold dear
Still I get the feeling that the bitterness has
Clouded your judgement ‘cause I see
That clear skies are ahead
I thought you should know
And still your acid words infest my head
Filling me with fear and hate instead
I swear to you this war is over now
Time to leave the stage and rest in peace
Your time has gone and so is my demand
For spies lest we forget
Please, please, let me love again
The way that I once loved before
Please, please, let me feel again
Don’t want to bear your yoke no more
I swear to you this war is over now
Time to leave the stage and rest in peace
Your time has gone and so is my demand
For spies lest we forget
Please, please, let me love again
The way that I once loved before
Please, please, let me feel again
Don’t want to bear your yoke no more