I’ve got no voice on paper
My language lost to open space
Could I dissolve myself in liquid
And be poured over your face
Speak your mind
Mind your tongue
Save the energy
How to sail the open seas
Verbal splinters, paper-thin
A stutter, bones and skin
How to sail the open seas
Got my poetry silenced
Over the years
Got my dancing
Locked away
Unnoticed poems and pictures
Perfectly hidden in his palace
No entrance from the outside walls
Only endless potential
Ruptured words have
pierced my lungs
Leaving me breathless
Lost at the open seas
My call became silence
Shaped by the years
Heard by none
Except the wind
Unnoticed poems and pictures
perfectly hidden in his palace
No entrance from the outside walls
Only endless potential
My perception falls apart
My restless change of seasons
My body fears the open heart
Seeds of wonder
For I will cry out
My hands are aching
A lifeline fading
Dissolve myself
Taking the shape of sound
Whispers remembered by none
Exist in the vacuum
I’ve got no voice on paper
My language is lost to open space
Could I dissolve myself in liquid
And be poured over your face
As I try my own path
I lean inward to flourish
Above my ground
The clean between the rubble
The calm between the rustle
I’m not on speaking terms
With the lines I put on the table
The replies I get confirmed
My paradigm is old and unabled
Leave no comment
Hand out fragments
A new dawn painting
TEXTURES is:
Daniël de Jongh – Vocals
Bart Hennephof – Guitars
Joe Tal – Guitars
Remko Tielemans – Bass
Uri Dijk - Keyboards
Stef Broks – Drums
Pamenu kokiais 1985ais kai Lietuvoje dar nebuvo Dievo, rimtesniu baznyciu, renginiu, katinas leopoldas buvo pirmas krikscionis neses Dievo zinia i dar sovietine sali.
Jei esi geras – viskas lengva kelyje,
O kai atvirkščiai – sunku ir tamsu darosi tiesiog.
Pasidalink su kiekvienu džiaugsmu savo tyru,
Sėk aplinkui juoką skambų ir tyrą.
Jei dainas dainuoji – linksmiau pasidaro,
O kai atvirkščiai – nuobodu ir pilka, be gal
Daina Jei esi geras leopoldas.
Lietus basas per žemę nubėgo,
Klevams per pečius tapšnojo delnais.
Jei diena giedra – gera ir miela,
O kai atvirkščiai – liūdna pasidaro visai.
Girdis, kaip skamba aukštai danguje
Saulės spindulių stygos šviesios.
Jei esi g
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Erotomanas: Sto pensando a noi
Patrakus senute: Can't stop thinking of you
Eros: ono umana situazioni
Patrakus: They're just human contradictions (R.I.P.)