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Metempsychosis
07:52
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Waiting, waiting for a sight
Waiting, waiting for the ice on my temple
Musing, hallowing until I'm blind
feeling shivers in the night
golden tears on those limbs, on the hills
on the melting falls down here
May the light give out heat
and tomorrow it could rain
let the bay melt one day
may the boat float again with me
And the sight would be neat
from the hills you could see
lot of trickles that teem
they still twinkle and step away
Waiting, waiting...
for the deer to come back
for those flocks full of life
just like wonderful clouds above me
In the light golden tears
in the sky, on the hills
crazy splinters spring for me
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2. |
The Loss Of The Sun
06:26
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Like a special novel, life surprises us
but the fate seems stable, framed in given forms
we should rate the past of the world
and what can cause here the loss of the sun
So try to imagine nothing but the snow
On the outside blowy omen of the storms
You could see the darkness before
the sun goes to hide behind white coats
Many meters cover now the planet's stones
nowhere plants are growing, nowhere insects spawn
You could feel the loss of the sun
when you search for life into the waters
So you should imagine to fall in deep, black holes
strange beings, amoebas stand still in the gorge
they don't dispel anything more
than they strictly need to last the hell, to get to us
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3. |
Indian Summer
05:32
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A Poem By William Campbell
Along the line of smoky hills
The crimson forest stands,
And all the day the blue-jay calls
Throughout the autumn lands.
Now by the brook the maple leans,
With all his glory spread;
And all the sumachs on the hills
Have turned their green to red.
Now, by great marshes wrapt in mist,
Or past some river's mouth,
Throughout the long still autumn day
Wild birds are flying south.
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4. |
Like Morphine
03:53
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My thoughts wander back 20 years down the track
to the time when your bloom was blowing
Under that tree on the hill... we hid in the flowery field
Your skin was the light that blinded me like a moth
the mild smell on your neck like morphine
my hands were shaking down there
but my mouth would eat up everything
it's hard to remind what I've done... that day
Your hair set on fire by rays
came down on my greedy chest
and from your mouth the relief
like morphine
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5. |
Interstellar
06:55
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In the plain where I come from
there's no sky for the stars
and the night is a curtain
it's dark and pale
In my bedroom i can figure
many worlds where to fly
falling quickly, dancing slowly
in the dark, 'til the sun
there's no road to the end
nowhere to look at the horizon
how can I say "my home..."?
how can I feel alone?
All the lights that sorround me
maybe part of my world
to meet after this wander
to reach when I'll be gone
maybe that's my horizon
my connection to one goal
my refuse to the end
I should stay in my bedroom
and regard what is mine
my affections, my reminders
my set up
Days go by without worries
but my soul has no time
to calm down, to set up
its own way, its own run
there's no road to the end
nowhere to look at the horizon
how can I say "my home..."?
how can I feel alone?
All the lights that sorround me
maybe part of my world
to meet after this wander
to reach when I'll be gone
maybe that's my horizon
my connection to one goal
my refuse to the end
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6. |
An October Evening
04:55
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The woods are haggard and lonely,
The skies are hooded for snow,
The moon is cold in Heaven,
And the grasses are sere below.
The bearded swamps are breathing
A mist from meres afar,
And grimly the Great Bear circles
Under the pale Pole Star.
There is never a voice in Heaven,
Nor ever a sound on earth,
Where the spectres of winter are rising
Over the night's wan girth.
There is slumber and death in the silence,
There is hate in the winds so keen;
And the flash of the north's great sword-blade
Circles its cruel sheen.
The world grows agèd and wintry,
Love's face peakèd and white;
And death is kind to the tired ones
Who sleep in the north to-night.
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7. |
Awakenings
04:57
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An awakening without time
lost shadows in the open eyes
cannot feel my clever arm bent in a bad way
My face looks for hideouts
a dark place where to close my mouth
"No way to speak again" that's what I said
I've got no peace, no reason why
to still want the rancid wine
during this day
How did I fall into this hole?
How do you feed a broken soul?
with lots of rhymes?
The white of the eyes is red
what a challenge to get out of bed
and if I say a single word you faint
I'm a dumb with a liquid gaze
dancing slowly for a coffee rain
there's a fire in my stomach to get wet
And I promise it to myself
I will not make it once again
'cause I'm so tried
You know, habits are worth a lot
maybe that's just what I've got
to calm down the pain
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8. |
01/01
01:22
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