1. |
Hello Little Lump
04:12
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Hello beginner,
Hello little lump,
One day you’ll grow to be
Woman or man
And you’ll do all you can…
Now hush, now creature,
Oh Hush for a while,
It’s not as bad as it seems…
It’ll have some troubles,
It’ll have some laughs,
And might go something like this:
1,2,3…
You’ll learn how to walk,
You’ll learn how to beg,
Wander, plunder and talk.
1,2,3…
You’ll learn how to think,
And still spend all night
Teaching the rain how to sing.
1,2,3…
You’ll learn how to love
And cry a thousand smiles
On your crumbling cove.
1,2,3…
You’ll find you learnt nothing
As you drink your coffee
In a white sterile place…
And then, right there
You’ll remember this song
And you’ll run through the lawn
And not know where you’re headed…
But you’ve got places to be
Family to see, and you
Don’t care that you're heading
For the grave...
And there, in a bus,
You’ll look through the window
And find that you’re
Closing your eyes…
So hello beginner,
Hello little lump,
You heard the tale I had
To sing…
Don’t notice it, don’t follow it!
Do what you please,
But know from the womb
No one knows shit about this…
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2. |
Why
04:51
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Hey, Papa, I need to ask you
Why do roses bloom so far?
Hey, Papa, I need to know
Why do plants and children grow,
Why don’t we all have a star?
Hey, Papa, why does mum cry?
Sometimes, well, you’re not at home.
I always hug her and stay strong
Hold my tears and smile along
If I cried she would be sad…
And Hey, Papa, why don’t all smile,
Why don’t they run and jump and sing?
Why do the leaves dance to the wind
How come they fall, how come they’re green?
Hey, Papa, why do we die?
Hey there boy, my little angel,
I’m so glad you hug your mum.
You keep smiling and be strong,
I knew the moment you were born,
That you’d always make me proud.
Well, Roses bloom where beauty lies,
Plants grow to kiss the skies,
Children to reach cookie jars
And regarding stars
Why want one when you have all?
But daddy, I don’t understand.
What don’t you, little man?
What are we supposed to do?
No one knows, it’s up to you.
Papa, somebody must know…
No one knows, it’s just for show.
Well then, Papa, shall we play?
You know, there is no other way.
Oh my boy, my little devil,
You play the flute and wreck the drums
You dirty clothes and skin your knees
Fight Grendel and the bees,
But in the end, you take a bow.
For life’s a play without a writer
It can get silly and absurd
Improvise it as you go
Try to act a worthy show
And leave them clapping at your feet.
But daddy, I don’t understand.
What don’t you, little man?
What are we supposed to do?
No one knows, it’s up to you.
Papa, somebody must know…
No one knows, it’s just for show.
Papa, please, don’t go away.
The curtain’s down, I can not stay…
Still, Papa, I need to ask you
Where goes the smoke of a cigar?
Still, Papa, I need to know
Why do rivers always flow
What say the strings of a guitar?
Dear Papa, why does mum cry?
You are not, but I am home.
I hug her, I stay strong
Hold my tears and smile along
Still I see her eyes so sad.
Dear Papa, did you smile?
Did you run and jump and sing?
See the leaves dance to the wind,
Watch them fall and lose their green.
Hey, Papa, why did you die?
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3. |
Soothing
03:52
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Soothing…
So soothing
Is your hand in mine
And your lips and your smile
And those wrinkles so fine
It is soothing
So soothing
Is lying, soul naked,
In your perfect body
‘Till some demon questions:
How can I
Who am so raw
Deserve such pleasure as this?
How could one,
Such big a flaw,
Feel like the wind through the trees
While he dances with you
In some high mountained rock
And believes to have found
All to which his existence is bound…
Am I worthy of something so beautiful?
I’m not even sure of what “worthy” means…
Does my mind need my body to hand kill a dragon
So I can be loved without pain?
Why does it feel like cheating
To be held by such beauty as you?
Why does it feel so good and so bad and so pleasantly sad…
Why does all perfect turn blue?
Still soothing…
So soothing
Is your hand in mine
And your lips and your smile
With those wrinkles so fine
It is soothing
So soothing
Is lying, soul naked,
In your perfect body
Just hoping this won’t go away…
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