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They were about to end
the days of what could be,
they were about to set
the We’ll never know free.
He was about to write
a word he would regret,
he was about to tell her,
yes, exactly that.
She was about to say
Now you’ve crossed the line!
she was about to ditch
every single maybe sign.
They were about to end
the days of what could be,
they were about to set
the We’ll never know free.
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2. |
What you aim at
02:40
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What you aim at is what you see.
Try to negotiate with yourself,
have a conversation,
and see what could be.
What you aim at is what you see.
Don’t be a slave to yourself,
nor be a tyrant,
just see what could be.
What you aim at is what you see.
Tell the truth to yourself
and pay attention,
and be who you could be.
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3. |
Surprise me
02:11
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Surprise me like You used to do,
show up when I least expect You.
Lift me, take me away,
drop me down,
then find me,
just let me save myself
this time
may the truth be told,
this time
may the truth be heard.
Surprise me like You used to do,
show up when I least expect You.
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Tell me your heart’s doing well,
and life’s just like a jingle bell;
even your nightmares are so far from hell,
look forward to being under the spell.
Tell me your humour’s still great
when early turns out to be late,
even when You’re on a vague kind of date,
look forward to love to vacate.
Tell me your eyes are ashine,
no need to regret all that wine,
even when losing sight of cloud nine,
look forward to missing the pine.
Or don’t tell me anything,
I close the skies and You sing,
as merry as a cricket
on a ferry to over the Moon.
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The thoughts in your head
keep flying against your mouth closed,
like blindfolded birds
trying to dash through the pane.
Woman, you’re in need of a night,
a night chase record by the Moon.
The ghosts in your heart
keep vying to blur what you love most,
while unfolded words
are crying to feed you with pain.
Woman, you’re in need of a night,
a night chase record by the Moon.
Woman, you’re in need of a light,
a light day echoed by a tune.
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6. |
Kite
01:27
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You are chasing a kite in me
I can hardly control,
but do I want to?
Do I want to at all?
when it’s painting the sky for me
I can hardly behold,
though I want to,
though I want to be told
about the
sights hidden in
words written in
clouds ridden
by the kite you are chasing in me
I can hardly control,
but do I need to?
Do I need to at all?
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You look so sad,
come, drink some wine;
should your glass be empty,
feel free to drink from mine.
Don’t worry about
how I will get drunk without it,
for I am already
under the table, over the Moon.
You look so sad,
with blue eyes divine;
should your heart grow empty,
feel free to run off with mine.
Don’t worry about
how I will then live without it,
for I know already,
under the table, over the Moon,
that I loved too early
and she left too soon.
I feel so mad,
confined in time,
where sunbeams are plenty,
but all in need of refining.
Should I worry about
how I will expel the clouds?
when I am already
under the table, over the Moon,
for I loved too early
and she left too soon.
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8. |
Eating the Moon
01:28
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She’s eating the Moon
with a fine silverspoon,
and I wish she wasn’t hungry at all,
for it hurts to witness the fall
of our night.
She’s healing the heart,
pulling out some old dart,
and she quietly hopes to succeed,
while she knows that it’s better to bleed
out of sight.
Every bite of hers
is a new fare-well tune,
every smile a nurse
of this pure forlorn June.
Every trying verse
is a new pathetic cartoon,
every broken curse
can’t be saved by the Moon
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You see me
only through your
broken glass.
I see You
only through my
frozen dream.
Behind our weakened backs
the new days look puzzled;
in front of us the old nights
sadly re-lived.
You hear me
only through your
chosen wave.
I hear You
only through my
woven cloud.
Behind our weakened backs
the new days look puzzled;
in front of us the old nights
sadly relieved.
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Until we miss the same
00:32
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I’d love to laugh with You
until our tears come out,
and cry with You
until we laugh again,
until we miss the same.
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12. |
The pear
02:20
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When the pear
says goodbye to the tree,
it isn’t sad,
it’s life;
not good, nor bad, just life.
When the pear’s
in the fall from the tree,
it isn’t scared,
it’s life;
not good, nor bad, just life.
When the pear’s
in the grass underneath,
it isn’t dead,
it’s life;
not good, nor bad, just life.
Then the tree
says hello to the pear,
this isn’t mad,
it’s life; just life,
and it’s free.
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13. |
Stay with me light
02:38
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Little red train
in pretty white woods,
little free smiles
on a pretty new face.
A little warm drop
in a bloody cold heart,
little false hope
on a bloody why? day.
Stay with me light,
I’m losing sight of you,
lay with me, sight,
I’m choosing the light of you.
Pray with me tonight
just a little young cloud
in a pretty gone sky,
a little still word
in a pretty short play.
Stay with me light,
I’m losing sight of you,
lay with me, sight,
I’m choosing the light of you.
Pray with me tonight
just a little,
let this pretty bloody fight
end,
and stay with me light.
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14. |
My dear old friend Now
03:37
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My dear forgotten friend Now,
we so sadly lost touch somehow,
but I hope You remember me still
in your blue ats.
My dear faithful friend Now,
I so madly went blind somehow,
on the road leading to the hill
of no regrets.
My dear old friend Now,
I haven’t the faintest idea
how I could survive without
You, my dear Now.
My dear fearless friend Now,
You so badly got hurt somehow,
in the mirrors lying truth to kill
my worn upsets.
My dear old friend Now,
I haven’t the faintest idea
how I could survive without
You, my dear Now.
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We went for tea,
ended up with wine
and heaps of laughter
and ’You could be mine’.
We went for an hour,
ended up with the night
around the lido
in double moonlight.
We meant to erase,
ended up with new
beautiful pages
in the morning dew.
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Every song is a dream,
and they break and they beam,
close your eyes, see the Moon
tear up your blue seam,
let it conquer and croon,
let it wander within
every dream is a song,
and to you they belong,
see the Moon close your eyes,
grow merry and strong,
with the fall of disguise,
with the pain moving on
every truth in the heart,
on the lips, in the air,
shall be born in a song
of hope or despair.
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17. |
Brave and true
02:14
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Jumped off the cliff,
you did very well to
follow your heart and
be brave and true.
Swam 'cross the sea,
you did very well to
follow your heart and
be brave and true.
Lost in the woods,
you did very well to
follow your heart and
be brave and true.
Found a new life,
you did very well to
follow your heart and
be brave and true.
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Bardócz L. Csaba Keszthely, Hungary
Bardócz L. Csaba derűs-boros-tücskös-holdas-tündéres-felhős-szíves-szédülős-tükrös-csavaros-teás-angyalos dalokat
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Gitárra kitárva.
Vonaton, kávézóban, kanapén, padon, felhőn. Pardon.
Magyarul, angolul.
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Ungor Richárd
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