SOME GARDEN LYRICS
WALK DON´T RUNWhat you see is never what you get -
What you see is never what you get, cause you´re full of fear.
What you see is never what you get -
What you see is never what you get, cause your mind´s not really here.
You feel you walk through a world, a world behind glass,
you want to reach out and touch but all you see just passes -
so fast.
So get out of the car and walk down this path,
find a door to the world, feel connected with your feet on the grass -
Walk don´t run ...walk don´t run .
So you want to get up really high,
feel the ease of being close to the sky looking down on the world
Step by step you will see more and more
The light is magic so is the view - so much to adore.
The horizon it stretches.... like a dream getting real.
And you know if you´d run you´d never get to the top;
with this speed of your own you see what led you close to the sun
It´s "Walk don´t run"...walk don´t run.
Lies sweet lies Lies sweet lies
Lies sweet lies Lies sweet lies
There´s a place you always wanted to be
so you go there, let another dream go free
And you think of all the pictures you´ve seen,
feel how they´re shallow - nothing to do with this reality....that´s around you.
If noone really cares that the earth just might die
it´s ´cause they sit in their rooms and spend their time in a second-world lie.
Fuck this virtual life - it is serious death
Walk don´t run ...walk don´t run.
MOONSONG
Dark night, dark and milky night,
it´s me down here tired from all that commotion
dark night, you are immense and kind
wrap me up to sleep, humming....
Open up to my eyes
light blue dreams.
Open up to my ears
the dashing silence.
Make me hear
the sighing of the distant woods,
I´d like to hear
the drowsy song of the winds
Take away
those burning yellow thoughts,
prepare a bed
of blossom leaves for them...
Make me feel
your peaceful breath,
lightly floating
over this tired body...
Dark night, dark and milky night,
it´s me downhere tired from all that commotion
dark night, you are immense and kind
wrap me up to sleep, humming....
Sie liegen an ihrem Land wie warme Steine,
sie dösen
und sie wissen wo sie sind.
Sie liegen an ihrem Land wie warme Steine,
die Weite rollt sacht ins Tal,
das Leben ist Grün auf Rot
und sie wissen warum.
Die Häuser in Farbe einfach gestalteter Erde,
Erdmehl und Wasser zu Lehm,
mit Sonne zu Haus,
durch Regen wieder zu Erde -
sie fragen nicht wann.
Zweifelnde Augen im Käfig aus Blech,
sie fühlen dein Zögern, nur eine Bewegung -
sie zeigen dir: Dahin.
Sie lachen dich verlegen in bunten Kleidern,
sie gehen an der Stra§e
und sie wissen wohin.
Sie lachen dich verlegen in bunten Kleidern,
sie gehen durch den Staub
und sie wissen wohin.
RAIN
She dreamt of rain over the sea
falling down on vast fields of waves.
Patterns of White and Grey
Soft rain, so far away from the shore
no one would ever see ...
She woke up with a peaceful mind
a taste of salt inside her mouth
a little like the skin
of her lost lover
When love comes - you might have to leave your family
When love comes - you might be sad, spending just one day without him
When love comes - you might feel incomplete without her - forever
When love comes - you might despise your job
When love comes
a door will open to a room you never dared to even think of
When love comes
a door will open to a room you never knew it was there ( "Könnyek, Judit...! ")
When love comes our caterpillar days will end
At times you saw couples from different countries
building a new life on nothing but love -
again, you saw couples from different cultures
giving so much away, "just" for love...
....and you never wondered: "Could this happen to me? "
You wanted someone to fit,
to be a brick in the wall of your life...
Someone to fit to your job, to your friends, we hope that you find,
but don´t call it love.......don´t call it love.
Exchangeable men that fit to your life
Exchangeable women to fit to your days - your decent caterpillar days
Will you, wonÕt you, will you, won´t you, will you ,won´t you, get out of your cave...?
Will you,won´t you,, will you,won´t you,, will you, won´t you, get out of your cave...
to end these caterpillar days ???
I´m keeping time for you,
keeping your time for you,
I´m really grateful you gave it to me -
We´re saving time for you,
you could have wasted it in a queue,
may be you get it back after the show....!
We´re saving you from time,
even beating mischievous time....
didn´t he often treat you mean?
Still you can´t seem to get enough of - time.
All them seconds floating round,
did you ever see them vanish?
You can spend your time blindly running
after all them seconds,
or just watch their beauty as they fade....
We´re thanking you for your time.
you´ll get some music for your time,
half a million of notes we´ll play for you,
wondering where you'´l keep them all -
will you go home with big heads full of music,
or leave some in this room ?
we´ll ask you after the show...!
We´re spending time with you,
yours or ours - what is true?
Spending it together won´t make us blue.
So what´s that thing called time,
where´s the one called time?
It´s like money, you can´t take it to your grave,
you have to spend it, can neither waste nor save...
the semi-precious time.
You can spend your time regretting many moments,
also spend your time in longing.
We spend our time belonging, we don´t waste it,
because it´s not ours, because it´s not real.
Don´t waste water...waste your time.
Don´t waste your days - take your time.
Take your time in your hands.
Let it fly
like a warm bird...
Entering into a state that´s far away from me,
leaving these petty worries so I can finally see
that it´s only clouds that come and go,
there´s no use counting them;
that there´s love around in an endless flow,
if you let yourself go.
Entering a little village by the sea,
leaving my plans so I can finally hear
the rhythm of the waves gently roaring on my open shore,
with a fisherman´s feeling you can see so much more
than ever before.
Entering into "no more regretting",
entering into deciding by heart what to do,
may be if I´m no more "may be if", I am like you are?
Cats are stretching out on the streets,
the torements of the past have never been so far away.
Entering on a ship that´s drifting peacefully on the waves,
shining like the water - free and save.
The ship of peace inside of me
is balanced on my empty mind.
Storm and rain will come and go,
can´t drown the map with the mark of how to find
this peace of mind.
Down here lying eyes open,
I cannot wave a hand - immobile.
No use trying, IÕm worn out,
no body left, no soul....just dying.
Empty fields, empty head and mind.
Then something stirs,
a thought is rising in some backyard of my brain,V
and now there´s more,
they fill my head with pictures, plans and sun -
my body has to move.
Theres just no other way,
The joy of getting up,the need to act -
an actor one more time,
the role will come and if it´s "Do the dishes"
I´ll accept....
...cause the river starts to flow,
the movie of my life is playing on,the showman has just had a little snooze - it´s back again
the energy to work and play or move my hips,just be,
the curtain´s up again.
There´s so much things to do
and I will just begin and do it right,
if I´d be able to do five things at a time...
and I feel male, there´s power running through my veins,
I will give water to your earth - I will move again.
And I´ll always be creating more than me,
it´s my fate I´ll try to serve attentively
sometimes scornful ... further...but...
thank you....!