poniedziałek, 19 marca 2012

'Fire @ Will' - recorded under my Home-Made Music Box project (2007)


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1. Fire @ Will (06:05)

2. Węże Morskie Mistrzyni Przypraw (05:03)

The Sea Serpents of the Mistress of Spices (feat. the upside-down fish - artists)

The vastness of the waters
Let me take you in my arms
Your horizon
A fist
And nothing will defeat us
Any more

The immenseness and the charm
And the force unquenchable
My thought
Your song
And nothing will defeat us
Any more
 
3. Thin Line (05:28)

4. Bulgaria (05:13)

5. Uroki Życia (02:55)

The Charms of Life

Burn burn
You flames of green
May the light
In the branches grow
Despite all our toils and fatigues
May the glitters
Caress us

Then the wind
Will inspire our plexuses
Squint
Once again
Space and Time

Maybe now
The curtains will open
For a change
And we’ll stand on the sun with no spots
On such day
The shadow will flatten

Burn burn
You flames of green
May the light
In the branches grow
Despite all toils and fatigues
May the glitters
Caress us

When you share your truth
Boastfully
The spell breaks
Oh you know
What really matters
In mysteries

Burn burn
You flames of green
May the light
In the branches grow
Despite all toils and fatigues
May the glitters
Caress us
 
6. Proper Sauerkraut (05:28)

7. Sunrise on Nibiru (03:36)

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czwartek, 15 marca 2012

Not just yet


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Where the streets and squares
Pseudo-classicistic
In the gates of the small tenements
You left something

The familiar clink of glass rings in your ears
Oh those ancient merry moments

But don't seek the old swoosh of thoughts
You'd better get your feet firmly fixed on the ground
To save sanity
Don't seek the old swoosh of thoughts again
For when you find it
It will knock you down
And press your head against the ground
That swoosh

You left your youth here
Amongst these lakes and forests
What an awful awful loss
Your wasted time

You left your youth here
On these shelves with books and tapes
Don't rewind the tape anymore
You'd better
Fast forward
With us

The familiar clink of glass will ring in your ears again
In these new merry moments

Just don't seek the old swoosh of thoughts
You'd better get your feet firmly fixed on the ground
To save sanity
Don't seek the old swoosh of thoughts again
For when you find it
It will knock you down
And press your head against the ground
That swoosh

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Not just yet
The sun has not set
There's still day
There's still time

Many's the tree leaf are still green
Healthy's the root and trunk

Each year is like a crammed suitcase
Seasons bottomless compartments
How with this luggage through the crowd on the platform
To reach the carriage
Before it's full

Only the strongest will get in
I'm weak at the knees
And out of breath

Not just yet
The sun has not set
There's still day
There's still time

Many's the tree leaf are still green
Healthy's the root and trunk

Those with free hands are already on the train
After having jostled their way through easily
They'd got rid of any superfluous memories
Bags of unnecessary dreams
And sensitivities dangerous

So perhaps it's time I repeated the same pattern
Emptied my head and banged it against the wall

Not just yet
The sun has not set
There's still day
There's still time

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środa, 14 marca 2012

Pies - The Dog


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Short cut tale
Muzzle tough
Fore pause
Cow's gait
Said eyes
Three shaggy colours
Wire haired back
Slim wasted sides
Wondering slowly
Floating about
Sometimes feels pane
And catches a flee

A daring jump on the so far
Amazing race
Softness in e-motion
Still called fish
Charm in
Re laxed
With style and cl ass
Bone tone
Butt knot when battles with the vacuum-cleaner

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Lodz, Poland (1989)



wtorek, 13 marca 2012

Nie zawsze - Not always


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Not always the night turns into day
Not always your face lightens up the gloom
The sun loses the shadow
And nothing is certain anymore

The perverse time's caused many wounds
Who else to blame for the burnt-out sparks
And only sorrow
Your eyes without the old glitter

There's still time for Love
For forgiveness of my your faults
As long as the tooth of doubt hasn't bitten into all our secret forces
We shall last together

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poniedziałek, 12 marca 2012

Nieważne - Not important


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No
It's not important
Along which path will the fate lead you
The world will exist regardless
A single hair means nothing in the mane

Dust
A grain of sand
You're just a feather in the fog and wind
A fly on its back on the lake water surface
Spinning its tiny legs against the infinity of the stars in the background

You can laugh or you can weep
You can tear your hair out
For fuck's sake
It's not important

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niedziela, 11 marca 2012

Rzeka - The River


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The body knows the way
It's only the mind
That needs to make itself
Find sense in the movement

Every new step
Must bring with itself
The full conviction
About the rightness of the goal

The right left leg
The bed and the floor
In the kitchen and in the bathroom
The hands first of all
But also the head
Then the lips words
Words words words
And time to go

The feet escape from under the legs
And on the tram
The eyes dispassionately follow the print
Or thoughtlessly around
The infallible legs know
When to stand up
When to get off
Where to go
Where to go
Where to go

The body knows the way
It's only the mind
That needs to make itself
Find sense in the movement

Every new step
Must bring with itself
The full conviction
About the rightness of the goal

The pavement and the street
The virgin and the whore
The legs and joy and love
Slimness and obesity
Youth and old age
Wisdom and stupidity
I'm so surprised
The river twice

The feet harden like wax
Without fire
The eyes follow them worried
But the infallible legs know
Where to go
So why have they frozen in their tracks 
As if trying to ask
Is is is it worth it

The body knows the way
It's only the mind
That needs to make itself
Find sense in the movement

Every new step
Must bring with itself
The full conviction
About the rightness of the goal

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sobota, 10 marca 2012

Koń - The Horse


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He felt freedom
While speeding across the prairie
With his mane white as snow
Flowing in the wind

He'd reach the stars with his heart
And higher and more
And the outlines of wings
Would flap above his back

He disliked any stops
But couldn't run forever
And every time he didn't
The sun faded and the wind died

Then he would raise his wistful eyes
To look around longingly
And would spring up to push off
Flighty as a bird

He saw her suddenly
When racing like crazy
The dust settled
And her face rose

Her eyes
Her mane
Her croup fabulous
He wanted her to run with him

But she didn't know the galloping power
The wilderness the space and the stars
Being tied harnessed and saddled all day long
Free only in her dreams

She listened to his visions
Of the joy they would share amongst the steppes and meadows
And there were moments of her being almost ready
To break the ties and rush away with him

Then in the evening
A two-legged creature came and took her back home
Where during the day she'd be strapped to the cart
And at night to the darkness of the four walls

When she was gone
His world became colourless and empty
So he followed her tracks and soon shivered
To the lights in the windows of some strange cottages

Now no more chasing shadows in the moors
With the beloved one by his side and having fewer evil thoughts
He's busy earning for the oats
And only at night dreams of a run like hell

He feels freedom
While speeding across the prairie
With his mane white as snow
Flowing in the wind

He's reaching the stars with his heart
And higher and more
And the outlines of wings
Are flapping above his back

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piątek, 9 marca 2012

PRL - The Polish People's Republic


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I know
You've had enough
Of those cold glances
And the emptiness around us

The street crowd of sad faces
Loses the rhythm in its march
To the everyday humdrum
And where's our joy and laughter

I know
You've got used to
The rows of the deaf mutes
On the tram at 6.05 in the morning

And only sleepy sorrow in their regretful eyes
Staring bluntly at the windows
And no shade of a smile
On their determined lips

Once they had enough strength and power
Hopeful and faithful in the rightness of their actions
But the decades of the hardship have brought them nothing
Where's the better tomorrow
Where's all the milk and honey

I know
Each day raises the same question
Is it worthwhile
Carrying on

When every matter
Consumes us
And it's so hard to be kind
In the struggle for survival

I know
You've had enough

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czwartek, 8 marca 2012

Dzieje - Timing


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The ball of wool
Two knitting needles
Rub against each other
To spin the plot
Of woollen mementoes

The warm room
You and I
Outside the wind and heavy rain
And here
Timing is good

In this manual acrobatics
There's more love than
In smiles and tears

Where every stitch
Interlocks our souls
Our eyes
Our lips
Our hair

I know
I think I know

With such a sweater on
Man is
Immune to bad fate
And to frosts
And to silly geese

To make me shine
And glitter in the sun
Please weave a golden thread
In the fabulous pattern
My Penelope

Our little Ithaca
Is not a kingdom
But it's rich with peace and quiet
Home
And your agile fingers

Which make every stitch
Interlock our souls
Our eyes
Our lips
Our hair

And I know

To penetrate the essence of the ball of wool
I take out the thought
As clear as day
That every thread has two ends

I always have one with me
When I walk through the world's labyrinth
And I have no fear at all
My Ariadne

For I know
You are on the other end
And we'll never get lost
In the fog
As long as the thread is

So do keep making every stitch
Interlock our souls
Our eyes
Our lips
Our hair

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