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Budapessimism
04:23
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BUDAPESSIMISM
Lingering on a dusty overpass
(I) couldn’t distinguish the sky from all the dirt
Seeing another plane flying over, alas:
It left me behind, like all the others did.
Horrifying, bleak uncertainty
Makes me ache and anxious to sleep at night.
I’d rather stay, but I’m afraid my sanity
Would leave without me – with nobody left in sight.
Refr:
The swamp-grey sky
Would drag me under
From concrete’s cold
Into ill-drawn wonders
Distant cities lure with hazy eyes
Bored and forlorn I respond to different lies
Mediocrity always finds its way
Near and far there’s no peace worth to stay.
Refr:
The swamp-grey sky
would drag me under
From concrete’s cold
into ill-drawn wonders.
Refr.2.:
Below well-known skies
I stop to wonder
Since all that’s been told
Is out in the yonder.
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2. |
Drought
04:53
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DROUGHT
Verse 1:
Dazed all day.
I sense that
my clear thougts
decompose.
Strength of mind
vanishes.
Truth no longer
quenches my thirst.
reprise:
Haze blinds my sight
(and) banishes
all bold moves I ventured at first.
Verse 2:
Pour a glass of liquid gold
feel caressing warmth!
Boisterous joy is sold,
sordid fate’s foretold.
Verse 3:
Raise a glass - your sick and old -
to long-faded charms!
You’re oblivious to the cold
There’s nothing left to hold.
refr. 2
Far too late I realized
I have succumbed to my own greed
Scapegoats follow my spineless lead
down a gloomy path.
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Yoke
03:38
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YOKE
1. / We start our day with little white lies
for a last moment of irresponsibility
before we go on to idolize
our instant gods of deception.
2. / the only yoke I have to endure
is my apathy due to freedom of choice
Once I had plans but now I'm unsure
thank god for all the distraction!
3. / Killing time logged off from reality
I bid farewell to dreams and inspiration -
traded for predictability
and superficial sensation.
Refr.: Easily amused I browse
an uneventful history
procrastinating further
Until I'm out of excuses.
reprise: No more excuses.
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Voiceless
05:54
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VOICELESS
Far above our accustomed trails of denial and out of sight
As blinded pawns we follow a vile way of lies into cold black night
I want to feel some sanity
to be able to see
I recall we were more than hollow shells in the time of seeking minds.
I start to see what our questions should be,
Whom I must ask I need to seek
Words worthless - speeches dumb
The herd dies living voiceless and numb
But a few are about to awake now from dreamless sleep with the tide they'll come.
I start to see what our questions should be,
Whom I must ask I need to seek
Words worthless - speeches dumb
The herd dies living voiceless and numb.
Spoken word:
"Vannak helyek, ahol szívesen látnak bennünket, de olyanok is, ahol ártalmas gyomként, járványként tekintenek ránk, olyasmiként, amit rögvest vesztegzár alá kell helyezni és elpusztítani. De vajon hol lehet meghúzni a határt fertőzés és művészet között?" (Neil Gaiman)
I pledge to obey no man nor faith, I'll leave my past and doubts behind
I step outside the maze and think - reclaiming my subjected mind.
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