{"id":741,"date":"2013-04-14T22:09:06","date_gmt":"2013-04-14T20:09:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/vdgg.art.pl\/portal\/?page_id=741"},"modified":"2013-05-03T01:47:55","modified_gmt":"2013-05-02T23:47:55","slug":"1-fools-mate","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/vdgg.art.pl\/portal\/teksty\/teksty-oryginalne\/teksty-ph-solo\/1-fools-mate\/","title":{"rendered":"1. Fool’s Mate"},"content":{"rendered":"

<\/a>
\nImperial Zeppelin<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pack your bags, we’re leaving
\nearth, where hate is seething,
\nnothing’s worth believing.
\nThere’s no time, make up your mind!
\nImperial Zeppelin….<\/p>\n

Quick, the engines are turning,
\ncabin lights are burning,
\nnow there’s no returning.
\nWe’ll have love a mile above…
\nImperial Zeppelin, Imperial Zeppelin, Imperial Zeppelin!<\/p>\n

We, the undersigned, being of sound mind,
\nhereby do declare:
\n'We henceforth pledge ourselves unto the power
\nof the Upper Air.’<\/p>\n

Doesn’t that sound simply super,
\nZeppelin visions of the future?
\nOf course we all know very well
\nit wouldn’t work, but what the hell –
\nevery dice deserves a throw,
\nand when we get back home below
\nwe can say we had a go!<\/p>\n

Overboard we are throwing
\nseeds of love we are sowing,
\nhope to God they’re growing.
\nFlying high across the sky:
\nImperial Zeppelin!<\/p>\n

We will try to do some good,
\nI don’t know why we really should,
\nI only wish that we could!
\nDown below they’ll see and know all about
\nImperial Zeppelin, Imperial Zeppelin, Imperial Zeppelin!<\/p>\n

(Chris Judge Smith\/PH)<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

Candle<\/strong><\/p>\n

Look at the candle, as its life is bought,
\nas the wick just rolls over and dies;
\nlook at the wax-drops as they cease from their goal
\nand the game they were playing loses its joy
\nand the youth which they played in runs away.
\nHow long will you be gone?<\/p>\n

Flame sucks at air now and its breath comes short
\nas it wavers to half its size;
\nvacuum closes in and it attacks the soul.
\nNow the force omnipotent itself is destroyed
\nand for lack of itself it wanes away.
\nHow long will you be gone?<\/p>\n

So does my mind fly as I fight my thought
\nand I lose, for I cannot find:
\nsend my eyes long miles, they do not know home.
\nFor the life I was part of breathes its last
\nand not only life but hope has gone away.
\nHow long will you be gone?
\nHow long will you be gone?<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

Happy<\/strong><\/p>\n

How was it that we first met?
\nI forget, all I know is you
\nlooked happy.<\/p>\n

We walked around and talked a while;
\nin your smile I found that I
\nwas happy.<\/p>\n

I want to tell you,
\nit seems the thing to do,
\nI want to show I truly care.<\/p>\n

Now at every time we meet
\nwe walk the streets, I’m with you
\nand I
\nfeel happy.<\/p>\n

Just thought I’d tell you.
\nIt seems the thing to do,
\nI want to prove I truly care.<\/p>\n

But how long will all this last?
\nTime goes fast, It doesn’t matter,
\nwith you, I’m happy.
\nTime goes fast, It doesn’t matter, with you
\nI’m happy.<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

Solitude<\/strong><\/p>\n

Silently I rest in the tall green grass
\nand look steadily upwards.
\nBirds sing ceaselessly around me,
\nand the blue of the sky surrounds me strangely.<\/p>\n

Out here, life is at its essence,
\nand watches the world with innocent eyes;
\nfar from grime, far from rushing people
\nit seems that I have found a tiny peace.<\/p>\n

On the blue backdrop of the unknown
\nwater droplets trace their paths;
\non the sky, mortals hang on metal –
\nbut who is to know how long either will last?<\/p>\n

The lovely white clouds glide
\nacross the sky and into my dreams.
\nI feel as though I had died some time ago:
\nnow I’ll wander with the clouds through eternal space.<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

Vision<\/strong> \"Przek\u0142ad\"<\/a><\/p>\n

I have a vision of you, locked inside my head;
\nit creeps upon my mind, and warms me in my bed.
\nA vision shimering, shifting
\nmoving in false firelight;
\na vision of a vision,
\nprotecting me from fear at night,
\nas the seasons roll on, and my love stays strong.<\/p>\n

I don’t know where you end, and where it is that I begin.
\nI simply open my mind and the memories flood on in.
\nI remember waking up with your arms around me;
\nI remember losing myself
\nand finding that you’d found me,
\nas the seasons rolled on, and my love stayed strong.<\/p>\n

Be my child, be my lover,
\nswallow me up in your fire-glow.
\nTake my tongue, take my torment,
\ntake my hand and don’t let go.
\nLet me live in your life,
\nfor you make it all seem to matter.
\nLet me die in your arms,
\nso the vision may never shatter.
\nThe seasons roll on;
\nmy love stays strong.<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

Re-awakening<\/strong><\/p>\n

If you catch me running along by the sea,
\nwith bare feet in the sand,
\nthen you’ll know I am dreaming my life out
\nn a way you won’t understand.
\nI’m slipping right out of your mind, this I know,
\nand I accept the fact lazily,
\nfor I must go into the next field,
\nwhere grass is green and I’ll find peace.
\nLet me sleep,
\nlet me dream.
\nlet me be!<\/p>\n

Re-awakening isn’t easy when you’re tired.
\nDon’t push me: I was taught self-expression
\nwhen I was a child and so I know
\nthe best way to go is slow.<\/p>\n

Sometimes, when skies are cloud-grey,
\nand trouble’s hanging heavy on your mind,
\nI advise you: curl up, slide away and
\ndream your life out, as I am.
\nRe-awakening isn’t easy when you’re tired.
\nDon’t push me: I was taught self-expression
\nwhen I was a child, and so I see
\nthe best way to be’s asleep.<\/p>\n

Re-awakening isn’t easy when you’re tired.<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

Sunshine<\/strong><\/p>\n

Oh, suddenly things begin to come clear in my mind
\nas I look into the land laid bare by your eyes;
\nE-S\/M attractions are working behind my thought,
\nI can’t help my feelings, the way that my emotions
\nare over-wrought.<\/p>\n

CHORUS:
\nGood morning, sunshine!
\nYou’re all around my head,
\nGood morning, sunshine!
\nI’m ready to be led.
\nGood morning, sunshine!
\nYou know how sad it makes me to see you unhappy
\nso smile, spread sunshine all around….<\/p>\n

How sweet it would be to be chained by your side;
\nhow sweet if you would strip my worried mind.
\nYour blonde\/brown hair hangs down on you,
\nhow I wish that it hung on me,
\nthere’s something in your allure, that makes me know I’ll
\nnever again be free.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

I’d like to run on the clouds with my liberty,
\nbut for you I’d get hooked and float six inches mud-free.
\nThe sight of your smile just makes me want to jump and clap;
\nthe fact that you may be owed to someone else can’t
\nentirely tight your trap.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

Child<\/strong><\/p>\n

I don’t know quite what’s happening
\nand my eyes don’t see too clear;
\nall I know is I need you here,
\nif only to shield me from the mood of the world
\nand hold me and say it doesn’t matter;
\nbut I’m like a child whose dreams are shattered.<\/p>\n

Crowding round me, images of broken thought,
\nlines of my life now overgrown.
\nAll I can feel is I’m so alone,
\nwithout even your bright eyes to reach into my mind
\nand say that in my life I’ve done right,
\nand I’m like a moonchild in the sunlight.<\/p>\n

So cast your thoughts upon me, wherever you are,
\nthat I may feel you close beside me
\nand hold your hand, for you to guide me
\nthrough all these catacombs which freeze me
\nwith their touch;
\nunknowing, knowing so much, my mind cries out
\nand I’m like a child when the light’s out<\/p>\n

With a child’s fear of the dark….<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

Summer Song (in the Autumn)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Summer song in the autumn, for you didn’t catch
\nthe colour of the falling leaves.
\nSo many words have been spoken which you
\ndidn’t understand and so couldn’t believe.
\nAnd the song that you’re humming is yesterday’s tune –
\nsomeone who you love is leaving you.<\/p>\n

You walked in sunshine by the sea with gulls crying overhead
\nbut now the skies are cloudy, and the love you had is dead.
\nAnd the water recedes from the farthest dunes –
\nsomeone who you loved is leaving you.<\/p>\n

You remember the happiness you had
\nas you laughed along in the sun
\nbut now your eyes are coming dull,
\nthere’s a numbness on your tongue….<\/p>\n

You look out at the water which is calling you
\nover the wind,
\nthen you throw aside your handbag and slowly
\nwalk right in.
\nAnd tomorrow you’ll be in yesterday’s news:
\nsomeone who you loved has left you.<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

Viking<\/strong><\/p>\n

Looking out forward over the prow of our long ship,
\npulling our oars and listening to the foam;
\nhelmets and sheepskins salt-damp in the sea-mist:
\nwe’re going home.<\/p>\n

Aslak of Langadale, Einar Thorgeirsson,
\nOlaf the White and Sigurd the Powerful…<\/p>\n

Looking for constellations above the horizon,
\nWest wind cutting sharper than our blades;
\nsmiling forever into an endless sunrise,
\nwe’re flying on the waves.<\/p>\n

Thorfin Karlsefny, Aud the Deep-Minded,
\nSnorri Thorbrandsson, Thorstein the Black….<\/p>\n

Out of dark Vinland, with grey waves racing before us –
\nwe want no rest.
\nBack to the homeland, Iceland, sleeping in winter –
\nback from the West.
\nFive years we roam;
\nnow we’re going home.<\/p>\n

(Chris Judge Smith, PH)<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

The Birds<\/strong><\/p>\n

Spring came far too early this year:
\nMay flowers blooming in February.
\nShould I be sad for the month,
\nor glad for the sky?
\nThe birds don’t know which way to sing
\nand, my friend,
\nneither do I.<\/p>\n

Two days ago, a girl I truly thought I loved
\nsuddenly didn’t seem to matter at all.
\nShould I sing sad farewell to things
\nI’m really glad I’ve left behind?
\nThe birds don’t know which way to sing
\nand, my friend,
\nneither do I.<\/p>\n

In another day, heavy snow will lie upon the ground
\nand buds prematurely bloomed shall fail;
\nand every creature living now,
\nthen will surely die…
\nThe birds don’t know which way to sing
\nand, my friend,
\nneither do I.
\nThe birds don’t know if it’s time yet to fly;
\nthey don’t know which way to go
\nand, my friend,
\nneither do I.<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

I once wrote some poems<\/strong><\/p>\n

I once wrote some poems of stillness and silence,
\nstanding by rivers of reflected light;
\nmy thoughts were on being loved and yet unloved, too –
\nI surrendered to the warmth of the night.
\nAnd now I feel like dying,
\nand if the water were still here, it would
\nhold me close.<\/p>\n

I once wrote a poem while walking on gravestones,
\nas cobbles, rain and tears lashed down my face;
\nI then felt my whole world was fading
\nas memories jostled and fell into place.
\nAnd now I feel like dying,
\nand the pain of old fires still burns.<\/p>\n

I never wrote poems when I bit my knuckles
\nand Death started slipping into my mouth…
\nbut that was really a long time ago,
\nand I’m not writing poems now.
\nAnd though I don’t feel quite like dying,
\nthere is something deep inside me
\nsoftly crying.<\/p>\n

And though I don’t feel quite like dying
\nthere is something deep inside me softly….<\/p>\n

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