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Poésie Noire - Tetra
Tragedy
Earth
Travel
Rain
Air
Tame
Escape
Tower
Rescue
Adaptation
Agony
Earth (Material version)
Restraint
Timber
White nights
I thought it was the foam that covered the one wave.
But I found out I was one, just one of those.
When something takes me over... takes me over so
intense.
It's like going through a mountain finding out it's just a hole.
And it feels like swimming... swimming in an empty
lake...
swimming in my own mind... circles that never end.
Maybe I'm walking on the water... maybe I'm talking
in the ice...
and just when I start laughing... everything melts down in my eyes.
I climbed till the top of the tree... and find out there was nothing to see.
The day the four horsemen ride, the black soil will
turn red.
The oasis will turn to mud, and grass will grow on my face.
Gardeners will be unemployed in the desert of
lawnmowers
Mum, what have they done to you?
I can't even return to you.
They've taken everything and gave you nothing in
return
the hill I used to stand on 's disapperad in the rubbush.
And tell me how much longer can you take it before we
finally break you.
Raping your belly!
Killing your children!
Crushing your hopes and ours!
I am an orphan of the earth... the earth I lay upon.
The big silence has just begun.
I don't want to say a word anymore, everything occurs in my mind
and one thousand eyes can't see because they're blind, left behind.
While the silence crushes your vision the adventure
is in my mind.
Over the mountains and the seas unnamed in the land of the blind.
Where everybody looks and noone sees.
My feet walk over unraped soil.
My skin turns black in the light and you close your eyes again.
Prepeare yourself for a sleepless night... for a walk that has no end.
Silence the words we were never intended to say.
Everything seems so unreal.
Everything seems impossible.
And you think there is no way out.
You make an impression in the water.
But then it closes up again.
When your tears mingle with the rain and slowly fill
your thoughts.
You think of the time when you wanted to conquer.
The space between the walley and the mountain.
The space between the earth and the sky.
And the wind blows through the mess that used to be
your mind,
and you think there's no way out.
You see the sun shine in the water.
But then it closes up again.
In every life some rain must fall, but I think I've had enough.
I'm facing the coldness of this life,
while the wind blowing my thoughts apart,
the loneliness makes me suffer too long,
and I forgot who I was a long time ago.
I'm trying to find the centre of it,
but I don't know where to start,
and I don't know where to begin,
in the circle the air turns into water into ice.
And a melody wanders through my mind,
and it's turning my senses upside down,
please let me sleep, don't wake me up,
I'm breathing, please let it stop.
The air is too cold to breathe.
The air is too cold to bear.
You've just lost the way...
but what else can you do...
when there's no path at all...
when you're roaming in the emptiness...
and there's no one to catch you when you fall.
You sink deeper and deeper...
into the vacuum into the shit...
when you crawl back on your feet...
they step on your fingers...
and you loose your grip again and again.
I can't bear the loneliness anymore.
I can't face my situation anymore...
and the shooting me over and over again...
and they hurt me over and over again...
and I think I'll let them have it their way.
You stand up and then you fall
It seems that there's no one at all... to catch you.
When you can't face the coldness anymore.
You want to break the silence.
When you want to scream for attention...
and you want to be heard
When you can't bear the loneliness anymore...
you want to talk to somebody else...
but the line is dead...
and everything os already said.
The rain in my eyes starts to flow.
The weakness starts to grow...
when everyone runs the same way...
but I just want to stay
One moment one day another year...
has lost its way...
and nothing's changed.
Nothing really happened.
Evrything stays the same.
Now... never... always...
already... though... suddenly... sometimes...
I want to break out, I want to break the silence.
I felt like a fish...
a fish without water...
choking and suffocating in a dried up lake.
I felt like a tree...
a tree without roots...
crushed and blown away by the wind.
Now I'm the tower on the hill.
Forever loved and embraced by the sun and the wind.
But I'm growing now, I'm the ivy green
The evening of my life has come, soon the night will
follow.
There is nothing left to do here so I will jump off.
I always enjoyed the summer... the heaven and the spirit.
But now it's winter and I'm returning back to life.
The night has come you can't stop me.
There is nothing more to be done
Autumn has come... soon winter will follow...
the circle is round... the cross not to be found.
Reality lost and lonely, misty.
What else is there to be done...
when everything has been done before...
when every path has been trodded before...
when behind every hill the grass isn't greener anymore.
Dear Father, Dear Mother, Don't take it on the darkest side.
This place looks like anthill...
too many people too organised...
till somebody puts his foot in it,
and the people go berserk
People always state the rules, what exists is
possible.
But they leave no way out... what is possible doesn't exist
From behind their dark desks they tell you how to
live your life.
And when you know on their breasts...
it sounds as hollow as can be, echoing one word.
Adaptation is the word, adaptation is the means.
It feels like a clash between elements, between water
and fire.
Erupting from deep down below and reaching higher and higher.
It feel like death itself and it hurts too much.
Hurting like the beginning of time sometimes almost fun.
No matter how fast you run it keeps calling your
name.
Through the stones under your feet.
Through the ceiling above your head.
Agony.
A woman walks down the street...
wearing high heels tic tac tic.
A man stands on the corner...
waiting for his sweet to come.
He can't help it oh no...
it's too strong she too beautiful.
He only wants to give it...
to give it her his finishing touch.
Well of course she said no...
but you know what they say...
never take no for an answer,
and he learned his lesson well.
And sure she tried to escape...
the woman wanted to run.
But she'd walked into a tinderbox,
so it must have been her fault
No restraint, let the animal loose.
As I walked through the forest, the forest made of
people.
Someone was chopping it down and the trees fell without a cry.
His axe broke the silence, and the birds left their
nests,
and somewhere I heard a bell. The time had come to confess.
Chorus:
Timber! Here we go again.
Timber! It's a very cruel game.
(x2)
The leaves covered the earth...
the forest was desolarted.
As they walked through the forest...
that had nothing more to say (x3).
(chorus x2)
Here comes the white nights again.
In every laugh is hidden the pain.
Small talk with a slip of the toungue.
I'm feeding the fire knowing it's wrong.
The night used to comfort me.
Told me what my life should be.
Now I'm dancing on a vulcano.
I know the world but not my ego.
It's dark here inside and I did at least I tried.
But I can't find the person... I can't look into the eyes of the sun.
It's a fair mockery.
The sinsiter mirror inside of me.