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The Soundrops - pastoral rock band

TEKSTY

From Time To Time


 
Message From Future

like an island on the sea
last leaf on November tree
closed between the iron walls
living in the ozone halls
here I am, the lonely one

cranes swim in the concrete lakes
planes dive in the leadful air
eating some synthetic food
drinking artificial juice
here I drip with oily dew

twenty second`s century world`s such a depressing place
is this a cause for pride for the human race?
how I`d like to return five hundred years aback
to be glad of life again, to feel no pain
to see no flames of hate on faces


there`s a pink line in the sky
that`s the only sunset`s sign
kissed by glass lips of my wives
looking in their empty eyes
I wonder if it`s real life

II 92/1996

The Suburban Bus

Saturday morning I get on a 4
out at Śródka roundabout
narrowly reaching old gaunt Beriet

hail the suburban bus
highway trooper into leaf-time
hail the suburban bus

the road is plainly stretching eastwards
trees begin to almost roofs
peace creeps from outside the window

hail the suburban bus
slowly getting near the garden green
the suburban bus

here`s teh stop I must alight at
still three minutes to the house
I`ll put fire in the stove

hail the suburban bus

hate the outskirts getting steel
modern life is rubbish still
streets absorb my hiding place

hail the suburban bus
number altered, route aborted
hail the suburban bus
the line is now within
the buses are too trim
the windows are so clean
but not much to behold


Lantern Waste/Autumn Way

it was a warm September evening
between the plateaus and the hills
we were sitting to learn all other`s names
and the air in our lungs was so fresh

Lantern Waste began to fill
began to fill with you
Lantern Waste began to fill
began to fill with you, you, you

there might have been a misty forest
beside the relics of a bench
the beauty of it all not to be grasped with eyes
and the lanterns were on
and the green was so limpid unseen

Lantern Waste began to sing
began to back your voice
Lantern Waste began to sing
began to back your voice, your voice, your voice

I`m walking here some seven years ahead
the afternoon`s maintained by the vespering bells
I bless those common errands
a book to borrow
which brought me here
upon the autumn way

I recognise the oaks upon her street
the trunks exhaling children of my tears
I summon all my daydreams
the words unreleased
I might pronounce
belatedly
and digitally remastered

good old Autumn way
I never thought I`d tread this streaming tarmac again
standing at her door
I look in her smiling eyes
so enriched
with what remains

2001

The Round Triangle

stepping out from school upbeat
listening to each other`s feet
we are striding on towards the endlessness apiece

future is the Saturday rail
future is the Thursday film
future is the art of ours
Wind and Leaf

three stones friendly shaping one another
more the flow they`re in does shape their hearts
apiece

played a laughing football match
wrote the misty breakthrough one
wide in love in twins apiece
we walk slow
home

21/11/2001

One Month And One Day

and the world around withdrew
under the force of my heart when I pushed it wide
it`s so easy to enjoy it all, it`s June
no one else
no one else will be the target of my eyes

green explodes and clouds collapse with dandelions sweet
night is squeezed, the sun is loose, we feel the same
and it will only last
one month
one month and one day

and the second home is there to be included in my routine
and the second life to live and to about
no on else
no one else will be the flower on me stem

music bursts as we are gathering dandelions sweet
night is squeezed, the sun is loose, we feel the same
and it will only last
one month
one month and one day

and the parks enhance the bloom inside
the rivers cleanse my face from blue
and the music flows uncoiled between our eyes
no one else
no one else will be such sunrise on my sky

Poznań, Pobiedziska 27/11/2001

Reeds

the fire is dying
it`s the last piece of wood
lazily inspired
we strum by the trees
the lake quenches the sounds

the fire is dying
the stars pierce our heads
the first of July
the summer all to come
still

obviously
we cannot see
deep in the reeds
the rotting cover of George Harrison`s
triple
solo LP

31/10/01

19 Aug Rev

when I was struting in the sun
bound to see your cheeks burnt by mirth
passing by the arms of bridge
the roundabout all in low pitch
and the blind watch on your block

when I was walking through the sun
I didn`t know
you were going to spurn me

so I was greeting like a child
all the pillows in the sky
I was singing in my mind
sparks were spinning in my eyes
the thunder struck
I have some doubts

suddenly out of the pink
fell the evening covering all the day
I had nothing to return
I had nothing to intend
open arms and growing pain

when I was going through the sun
how could I know
you were going to spurn me

so I was crying like a boy
who had lost his favourite toy
blinded by an insect cure
so called love indeed so cold
the thunder struck
I thank God you had the doubts

I 96

Song For John

there were lying two old strings
from a cello or a bass
perhaps they played on Emily`s song
can you lodge me along?

there were lying threemp3s
in the shadow of the trees
I have riches more than these
can you lodge me along?

1993/2000

Therrabeautic

wish I was here every morning
solid solitude
holy dawning only awning
green not just for eyes
over the skies
to the unseen
Dove

I am back and I`ma anew
looking here for You
as a sinner as a fearer
looking here for You
slightly relieved
starting to live to

I`m so small
and I`m so poor
save me, Lord
save me, Lord

echoes of the overwhelming beauty of You
Lord
reach my heart
let me be Yours
`till the ened of time
I just wake up
slowly and humanly

wish I was here every morning
so-called solitude
grant me fulness
sweet good Ruler
let me love in Love
over the green
to the unseen
Love

IX 99

House By the Sea

the house is wooden
for the summer it will do
and it does its best
teh days go shorter
it is August on its end
and the beach forlorn

we stretch all untamed
to the right and to the left
and the sea in front is dark and cold
but the Love that came in white
starts burning sear trees in our hearts
the summer fades
the lights commence

the house is wooden
but the fire we will make
won`t pose a threat
we sit by singing
having eaten fish and bread
learn to praise the Love

we stretch all untamed
to the right and to the left
and the sea in front is dark and cold
but the Love that came in white
starts burning sear trees in our hearts
the summer fades
the lights commence

28/11/2001

Amassed

the Parish Church`s ablaze inside
it`s hearts that do perceive the fire
the broken in the aisles
the lifted in the nave
will bend as one
the King of time descends

the altar hardly bears the gifts
it olds but One upon is still
it`s Thursday Afternoon
forever all the same
we bend as one
the King of time is here

I cannot grasp it all
but this is what I know
time lies conquered on th ealtar
(God is standing resurrected)
cry behold the Lord!

we wouldn`t grasp it all
but this is some to know
death`s defeated, pain withheld
praise the One Who`s never old
cry behold the Lord

here`s the aim, it`s where all pathways end
it`s on the tops of fallen trees
here`s an end to all the hopes and faiths
the pearl stultifying earthly dreams
here`s a stop to all the salty drops
to all the stunted dawns I love

only here can you perceive the present
only here can you perceive the present

and the meadows all are just a side effect
and all the forests dawned are just a minor depth
and the memories more are undigested junk
and the friendships tall
are just beginners` wind

the King is come

XII 2001/ I 2002

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