Moonsweat March – CD / MC

 
All the forms x3
Become uniforms
All the fields x3
Become battlefields
Take me in your arms and stroke my head I’m feeling so far from all
Take me in your arms and hold me tight cause I’m feeling so small
All the tears x3
Become teargas
All the clouds x3
Become stormclouds
Take me….
All the lords x3
Become warlords
All the men x3
Become supermen
Take me…

 
The smuggler tip-toes on the border
Anxiously looking over his shoulder
Wrapped up in white sheets, he’s almost unseen
As he crosses the fields and the frozen stream
The wind is blowing through his bones
The cold air breath in chills his soul
“I’ll be home tonight
Drinking wine by the fireside”
The soldier marches in the row
His eyes upon the footsteps in the snow
The slimy uniform is sticky with sweat
A tiny dot in the landscape creeping ahead
The wind bents down the trees with heavy strokes
The cold air he breath out is turning to smoke
“I’ll be…..”

 
It’s obvious that we’re going in the wrong direction
The mirror shows the way but we follow it’s reflection
We’re staggering through darkest night
Lost is the path, forgotten the light
The candles all are burning down
On every face appears a frown
The moist drops down the trees extinguishing the fires
The spoken words are blown away dancing on the wires
Scribbled paper, carved wood
Tell a tale so tender
Put your hands down, hold your breath
Let your soul surrender
My shadow hangs down from a tree
Looking at me
Eyes opened wide
Reflecting the skies, the trees
My mind’s framing words
I can’t use
they just abuse
I can’t wait
It’s too late
To change the fate
Tell me what’s the game about
If you want to see me jump and shout
Jump and shout
Jump and shout
The opening was vast and bold
The gods dressed up in
Silver, ivory, marble, gold
The water sprinkling
Fresh and clear
Drops
Dissolving
On
My
Tongue

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Mummy, oh my little Mummy
I know this sounds funny
But I wanna go home
Daddy, my darling Daddy
You’re all alone with Mary
And you’re so turned on
Mary, sweet little Mary
You’ve stained your skirt with jelly
And now you have to go home
Bobby, big brother Bobby
Walking hand in hand with Robby
And you’re so turned on
Untill the declarations of independence, in 1776
Over two thirds of the settlers in what later became the U.S. came from England
After that date many other people came
To make a new life for themselves in the new world
Irish, French, Dutch, Germans, Italians, Slaves and Scandinavians
All people
Gave new words to the language of North-America…
Oh my little Mary
You’ve stained your skirt with jelly
And now you have to go home
Bobby, big brother Bobby
Walking hand in hand with Robby
And you’re so turned on
Mummy, oh my little Mummy
I know this sounds funny
But I wanna go home
Marty, sweet cousin Marty
You know I really hate this party
And I wanna go home!

Prepare my eyelids with care
Show me things my thoughts don’t dare
Dust them and keep them all clean
No stains allowed on the screen
Blow out the blaze in my eyes
Sing me lullabies
Sway my soul soft into sleep
One sheep, two sheep, three, four, five, six…
Cloaked up in malice, phantoms of friends
Are chasing me over the fields
Sandstorms and locusts and warriors in shields
Try to block my race over the lands
Dry fountain swallows my frame and shadow
Earthbelly opens its door
Moisty’s the cavern that urges me on
Face to face with the crow
Don’t wake me up with a scream
Sweating moonbeams
Sway me to sleep once again
Seven, eight, nine, ten…
Wardrums and voices are chanting the hymns
Rain has been falling down for several years
Moisty’s the fireplace, playgrounds are wet
I am counting to ten, counting to nine,
Counting to three, counting to one
Playing hide & seek with the sun
Eyes are raised in hope and prayers for better days
No sunshine falls on the blade that’s risen to slay

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Don’t talk to me about instability

Cause I’m standing on one foot
At the edge of insanity
Crying at laughter
Laughing at grief
In perfect symmetry
Don’t talk to me about relativity
Entangled as I am
In my own uncertainty
Drowning in sorrow
Swimming in joy
Almost simultaneousty
Don’t talk to me about morality
Cause I’ve got three daughters
With different mothers
In my family
I’m playing with feelings
And throwing stones
Against monotony
Don’t talk to me about popularity
Cause I’m a straight shooter
Hungry for publicity
I turn on the T.V.
Everybody I see
Is not as half as good as me!

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Fresh fried flesh fighting for foreign fridays
Black beer brewed in basements by butterflies
Calm calculated citizens crying cause credit cards can’t crush candies
Politician playing in private party prefers predicting punishment for prophecies
Rescueing razorblades for runaway rebel riots
Detesting drop-outs, depression, dependence, but drawings on dewdrops
Travesti traveller telephones to Tennessee, tracking trafficants
767 souvenirs sold since southern soldiers stopped suffering
Withered widows wrapped in warm wool wailing like worms under willows
Guns grenades and groceries are gambled for goldbars in Graceland
Love in limousines and low-lighted liars, lizards lurking in luxury
Hide & seek on Halloween, there’s a horrible human inheritance from halfgods
Listen to my songs, don’t listen to my words…

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Waiting to turn my pain into tears
Lifting the dam that’s blocking the stream
Now that the stones have melt from my heart
I feel as empty as I’ve felt in the start
Is it myself I’m trying to fool
Hiding behind established rules?
Is it myself I’m trying to buy
Trading the heavens for the sky?
Waiting to pour my happiness out
Laughing and smiling, dancing around
Now that the bliss has melt from my soul
I feel as empty as I’ve felt before
Is it myself…
Beautiful, busy, astonished, attractive
Devoted, deceptive, aggressive & blind
Fabulous, fertile, forsaken, suspicious
Pretentious, perverted, reluctant & kind
Nervous, nostalgic, sincere, superficial
Uncertain, dependent, sarcastic & loud
Sensitive, sensual, afraid, apprehensive
Difficult, stubborn, possessive & proud
Every day
Changing
All the time
Waiting
Is it myself…
Waiting for my plans to succeed
Working on their fullfilment for years
Now that all my dreams have come true
I feel there’s nothing else here for me to do

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I want to see my name in a dictionary
I want to have it printed between writers & painters & doctors & queens
I want children to learn about me in school
And have a statue built in the park
You’ll sit on a bench
And watch the pidgeons shit on my head
I was No.1 in highschool
Now I’m the best man at my job
I’m working from early in the morning
And in the evening I study at home
Don’t ask me ’bout movies and women
And cocktails and parties
I never felt their taste
Don’t ask me about anything
Except the work I do
Cause I never had time to lose
I want to see my name…
I’ve been filling hundreds of pages with letters
And I’ve got used to see my face at the news
Now I’m headed towards the big congress
To read my work and get the award
I want to see my name…

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The workers bang their hammers
Shots are on the screen
Carwheels are all squeeking
As the red turns into green
Oh I’m sick of all these noises
So I’ll lock the door to my secret room
The flowers take the water
The bank takes the alarm
Rich men get the money
Women get the charm
Oh I’m sick of these divisions
So I’ll lock the door to my secret room
Today the sun shines brightly
And I’m feeling good
Yesterday a cloud cast
Shadows on my mood
Oh I’m sick of expressing
My feelings in public
So I’ll lock the door to my secret room

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Ce trebuie să fac ca să vă plac?
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Trebuie să mă rad în cap?
Sau vreţi să mă îmbrac în frac?
Să dorm în picioare şi să umblu culcat?
Cum trebuie să cânt ca să vă-ncânt?
Cum trebuie să cânt?
La-la-la-la
În triluri lungi să vă implor?
Şi printre şoapte de amor
S-apar duminica la televizor?
Cum trebuie să vorbesc ca să vă vrăjesc?
Cum trebuie să vorbesc ca să vă cuceresc?
Cum trebuie să vorbesc?
Trebuie să fac promisiuni
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Sau să m-exprim vulgar şi dur
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