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Precious Dark

There’s a place I don’t want you to know of

Hidden deep in a blindfolded heart -

Where the desperate walk in silence,

Waiting for the ghosts to depart



There’s a game I don’t want you to know of

Masquerade, Cirque du Dècadence

A pawn in an empty chessboard

Moved around by a hand of a fool



Never played it safe

It’s a wicked game

Any hand, any call, I’m in




It said: "Love like you’ve never been hurt

And dance till dawn like you’ve just been born

A perfect toy made by perfect tools

Playing Ring Around the Rosie with a crowd of fools

Take a hold of my hand, I have sights to show you

Gingerbread house, Pleasure Island, Big Blue

Turn off the light, close your eyes wide shut

And welcome the precious dark"


I have seen far, I’ve never seen close

There are no mirrors on my wall

Silent is the call of my ocean

And the sirens washed ashore

All the sins they have long shadows

Turn the switch and the past comes alive

Live and learn, 1,2,3, know your ABC

It’s their answer to every "why"



Never played it safe

It’s a wicked game

Any hand, any call, I’m in


It said:" Love like you’ve never been hurt

And dance till dawn like you’ve just been born

A perfect toy made by perfect tools

Playing Ring Around the Rosie with a crowd of fools

Take a hold of my hand, I have sights to show you

Gingerbread house, Pleasure Island, Big Blue

Turn off the light, close your eyes wide shut

And welcome the precious dark"



There was always a place that you knew of

You were holding the keys all along

There was always a game that you knew of

Now you’re one of them washed ashore




In Passing

Little sister,

Playing hide and seek

Even though mama told you I’m really gone

If you miss me

Sneak a peek at my diary

Or read the peek-a-boo sky that lights the night

I’ll say this once:


Light up the night,

stardust!

When it hurts inside

read all the signs

Follow

It´s okay to feel down

and just remember

that nothing´s made to last

I know you´re sad

That too will pass, that too will pass



In passing,

Little sister

Ignore local news

Papers come from trees we’ll never climb

What a joke!

They made me look so sad

That bad bad lake’s okay; it washed my hair

And the waves said:

Light up the night,

stardust!

When it hurts inside

read all the signs

Follow

It´s okay to feel down

and just remember

that nothing´s made to last

I know you´re sad

That too will pass, that too will pass


That too will pass

That too will pass

You’ll recall all that

Till one day

You too will pass.

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Lilja’s Lament

Strolling under harbor lights, Lilja reads a line

‘Poor Tatiana’

In another library, Rochester arrives

Oh lord, he’s half-blind

Lancelot and Guinevere came nowhere near the pier

No love this year

Marian called Robin Hood to save her from the sea

But words are cheap



Stories had been spun, a sea of metaphors were done

And Lilja heard but wonder’s thunder

All the books she read kept her in bed and hurt her head

Her tragic flaw was not a blunder



Percival got drunk and tossed his cup into the snow

Where’d the grail go?

Catherine found her Heathcliff but the Brontes died alone

Air gets so cold

Wind revives the balladeers sentenced to their words

Fog means return

For the bards and troubadours, sentences are worlds

We long but don’t learn



Stories had been spun, a sea of metaphors were done

And Lilja heard but wonder’s thunder

All the books she read kept her in bed and hurt her head

Her tragic flaw was not a blunder



Teeter totter by the harbor, Lilja looked up saw a starfish

Holding her hand was Ophelia,

Smith, Elliot; Plath, Sylvia



Stories had been spun, a sea of metaphors were done

But Lilja lived her blunder thunder

All the books she read put her to rest on a seabed

Her tragic flaw still makes me wonder




The Straight and Arrow

Road’s getting narrow, with snakes in the shadow

And the shade where you sleep is formed by the gallows

Where a man with an arrow was hung by the shallow

little boys little boys little boys who became what they feared





Who would have thought that the ones who spoke of trust would come to betray us?

Who would have sought love from those who prayed for peace while sewing hatred’s seed?

Who would have fought for a land where blood flows till it clots each river?

Who would have sons knowing all the orphans they would soon deliver?


Kneel beside me, in this field of memory

Don’t become those you fear; don’t kill what you’ve been




Cause the straight and narrow has snakes in the shadow

And the shade where you sleep is formed by the gallows

Where a man with an arrow was hung by the shallow

little boys little boys little boys who became what they feared




You should have known: the snakes were figments of imagination

You should have shown: the roads and gallows were your own creation


Sleep beside me, there’s no time to worry

The sound that you hear - it comes from your ear




Cause the road gets narrow, with snakes in the shadow

And the shade where you sleep is formed by the gallows

Where a man with an arrow was hung by the shallow

little boys little boys little boys - there’s a choice!




The straight and narrow has snakes in the shadow

And the shade where you sleep is formed by the gallows

Where a man with an arrow was hung by the shallow

little boys and their toys; little boys who became what they feared




Weep beside me in this sea of memory

Don’t you see what I see… you’re the men that you fear




When the road gets narrow, with snakes in the shadow

And the shade where you sleep is formed by the gallows

Where a man with an arrow was hung by the shallow

...What’s the point!




When the road gets narrow, with snakes in the shadow

And the shade where you sleep is formed by the gallows

Where a man with an arrow was hung by the shallow

little boys little boys there’s a choice there’s a choice




When the road gets narrow, with snakes in the shadow

And the shade where you sleep is formed by the gallows

Where a man with an arrow was hung by the shallow

little boys little boys little boys don’t become what you fear

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Eerie Eden

Sorrow´s sound, it swirls all about you

Dry fallen leaves that rise like a cloud

Time is a torch in a field of lost faces

Kissed by the mist, you kneel on the ground



Shadowed by years, smiles you remember

Half-recalled movements float in the fog

There’s no dread you’ll forget in the dead of December

Hear the dawn’s breeze echo night’s song



Remain on, build your eerie Eden

Swim in your enchanted land

Seek your heaven, build your eerie Eden

Memory is a sea of sand



"Eternally yours", you read from a letter

Torn as the earth where the sender lies

Worn out by dreams, sinking in sunlight

You see no lips but still hear the cry



Remain on, build your eerie Eden

Swim in your enchanted land

Seek your heaven, build your eerie Eden

Memory is a sea of sand



Children of Frost

Hear the night toll in my breath

The cold lights dance overhead

Here the lake stares with dark eyes

Trees are their lashes of ice

See the star’s glare float upstream

Shedding its skin with dead leaves

Seems like the sky’s falling up

The wind wraps itself with my lungs




The sea that we saw was a desert of snowfall

The children of frost marched into the deadly dawn

In their great awe they found an old seesaw

And as they got on, the season of dark had gone





Dream with the nomads of light

Their dogs and their gods are all blind

Sing as white pours from dark veins

Bless all the earth that it paints




The sea that we saw was a desert of snowfall

The children of frost marched into the deadly dawn

In their great awe they found an old seesaw

And as they sat down, the season of dark had come





In our great awe we found an old seesaw

And as we sat down, our season had come


The sea that we saw was a desert of snowfall

The children of frost are wrapped in the dawn


At a great cost we found an old seesaw

And as we sat down, a new season had come


The sea that we saw was a desert of snowfall

My children of frost march on and greet the dawn

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ISLANDS OF LIGHT


Running in the darkness, rolling back in time

Following the voices howling in your mind

Under you the frozen lake crackles till you halt

When the frosty mirror breaks, will you hear the call


Come admit your secret plan to make it to the top

Hear the sirens as they sing till the day you drop



Fall through the ice, into my eyes

Islands of light guide you tonight


Drowning in your daydreams, hiding in your bed

They keep on complaining, it´s all in your head

Come admit your secret plan to make it to the top

Hear the sirens as they sing till the day you drop



Fall through the ice, into my eyes

Islands of light guide you tonight





Don’t you recognize your voice in our coven’s song?

Don´t you know it´s not the music? - it's you that danced along

See the moon riding the tide, the reflection swims

As the ice begins to melt, we see a form within



Fall through the ice, into my eyes

Islands of light guide you tonight



As If

As if, as if




As if it matters

Innit, innit ‘what happens, happens’?

As if as if’s were enough




Is it, is it a fit of angst we see

Is it a bit the fear of failure

It is as if we gave up




It’s like we lack nothing

Kind of kind and so mind numbing

It’s kind of like losing touch




And I can’t find me inside

I hide in an empty smile

And I have left me behind

In words that aren’t mine




The scene, the scene - the screen’s endless

In style in style... check out my new stress

I’ve seen this stream – did I ditto that?

Like I really care!




Pretend pretend life’s a bluescreen

upload dreams in your B-movie

its kinda like life - but not




And I can’t find me inside

I hide in an empty smile

And I have left me behind

In words that aren’t mine

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Scissor Paper Rock

I’m river and I’m stone

I shiver but I know

I’m young but oh so old


Played scissor paper rock

I’d run till I was caught

Games end but nothing stops


The rocks will turn to dust

The scissor starts to rust

The ink will fade with us.


A lily builds a home

It grows inside my bones

Been there since I was born



You can brood by a brook

And whisper to water

Don’t worry, the dawn will dry your tears

See the daylight as it flows

It fills the holes… and souls grow whole

You can moan to the moon

You can swoon in the sunset

Don’t hurry, your world won’t disappear

See the waves that drape the shore

They fill the holes …and souls grow whole and old



I’m drifting towards the end

The sand keeps closing in

But water turns the bend


The trees reach for the sky

The roots begin to dry

A nest becomes a shrine



A way Away

I found a way away … and sailed beyond the waves of pain

No Jonah in my sea, no whale to hide inside these days

I’ve lost my sky

Feels I was born just to die here

Born in a dry well

Lie here till one day I’m swallowed by time.





Stars no longer shine, faith has left us far behind

We have no more signs, and all our seers are blind

Lost in the night,


Once love was with me but I left

The sea turned violent

We crucify all the lights we can find.




Born to be silent

Bored and misguided

We simplify all the mystery of life




But sometimes hearts begin to stir

And in my head a notion whirls

As all I know becomes a blur

My words fill my world

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