The days of what could be

by Bardócz L. Csaba

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1.
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.
2.
Your heart is wearing a furcoat, its feet bear icicle marks; your mind is sunbathing madly, its hands are waving at sharks. The buttons are hard to get rid of the toes tend to wander astray; glasses are just a distraction, fingers are fish on a tray. Don’t you wish to break it and burn all the pieces that never fail to daunt you. Your heart is painting a blizzard, its eyes like grateful sunbeams; your mind is walking a tightrope, its ears too far, so it seems. Don’t you wish to break it and burn all the pieces that never fail to daunt you.
3.
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.
4.
Surprise me 02:11
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.
5.
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.
6.
In need 02:58
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.
7.
Kite 01:27
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?
8.
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.
9.
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
10.
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.
11.
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.
12.
Aim to be good, that’s better than great; aim to be more, not deteriorate. Aim to grow, it’s the best form of winning; aim to journey the deepest within; and dare to walk the path dividing chaos and order. Aim to listen a hundred per cent; aim to say what you really meant. Aim to act when your conscience is on; aim to stop what the dragon feeds on. Dare to walk the path dividing chaos and order.
13.
The pear 02:20
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.
14.
The Wave 01:41
Your voice is near, that ancient new, it cannot disappear in the Big Old Blue waves. Your voice is clear, that ancient true, and now we can hear the Big Old Blue waves. Your voice is here, the ancient You, deep, strong and dear Big Old Blue Wave.
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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.
17.
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.
18.
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.
19.
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.
20.
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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Recorded at Andrew King in Vác, Hungary, and at Send me close to the Oh, in Keszthely, also Hungary, between January and April 2020.
*Lyrics inspired by and certain lines taken from the book 12 rules for life - An antidote to chaos, written by Dr Jordan B. Peterson.
Photo by Borsay Levente.

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released February 11, 2020

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