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You want to know what lies ahead Will it be good or will it be bad? About the future you'll find out who with, where, when, why, what, and how? You want to know You want some prophecies? - You must be curious You need some prophecies? - Are you really sure? Do you love prophecies? - They might not bring you peace You rely on prophecies? - to decide what you must do You do want prophecies? - OK, it's your decision They give you what you need Give me a hint, give me a clue, and we'll see what's in stock for you It's easy to say and easy to see If you want to know what's going to be. Look at the past, look at today Connect the dots and see the way Look at yourself and look around and you will see where you are bound What will the future bring? You want some prophecies? - Are you just nosy? You need some prophecies? - You may not like them Do you love prophecies? - Well, some are great You rely on prophecies? - Do you expect any answers? You do want prophecies? - OK, it's your decision They give you what you need Tell me your dreams, that'll be good The past and your feelings and your present mood Tell me your fears and your wishes, too And we know which one will come true What will you do with your fortune told Will you change, or resign, or try to gain control Be aware there's no way you can flee Whatever you do - what'll be will be. We want to know We all want prophecies - That has always been so We all need prophecies - Think of Nostradamus We all love prophecies - Think of the oracle in Greece We depend on prophecies - There are tarot cards We ask for prophecies - And there's astrology They give you what you need Prophecies |
Winter is rolling around Snow lies on the ground it's cold and it's quiet in the fields Ghosts of cessation are there trying to haunt and to scare Just brave them, start something, don't yield Traveling stranger, you can stay for a night, or for a day, for a memory, or till May, it's a station on your way Stranger of frost, come inside Let's share a little warmth tonight and maybe a dream or light a fire Winter's pregnant with a spring While waiting we can sing Songs of old or of hearts' desire Winter stranger, you can stay for a night, or for a day, for a memory, or till May, it's a station on your way Maybe you'll stay till it's green I will not ask where you've been if it feels good and cosy it's all right But some day you will have to go in some other swirls of snow and travel on and wander through that white Winter lover, you can stay for a night, or for a day, for a memory, or till May, it's a station on your way |
Liridona was fed up with being forced into line she wanted all those wars and that hatred to decline there was talk and convictons and all the world agreed and prophecies and wisdom, but no plan, still less a feat. So she went to the fanciful market of ideals where the goods are kind of abstract and the money isn't real Here they barter what is special, precious, rare, or dire whatever you may fancy, your beliefs, needs, desires This is the place where the spirits make their deals. Whatever you imagine, impossible or real, All values and all moods, what you need to pleaase your greed is available , but watch out, nothing there is cheap. There are stalls that offer things like work or success where you have to pay in lifetime or some happiness Others deal with kindness , power, or fame And for a part of your soul even evil is for sale There are dealers who sell hope, here your knowledge is the price Some swap kindness for the truth, and you'll get a bunch of lies Some trade honesty and insights at the price of love You get wealth or independence or a war and sign with blood. This is the place where the spirits make their deals. Whatever you imagine, impossible or real, All values and all moods, what you need to pleaase your greed is available , but watch out, nothing there is cheap. Liridona went through aisles full of powers, aims, and sounds and was attracted by a dealer selling peace, in any amount. So thrilled she asked how much it cost and how she'd have to pay She knew that's what she wanted when she heard the vendor say Freedom is, you know, the only currency I take the more you want, the more you pay, I'll balance out the weight So, how much the would you like, and how much can you pay? But Liridona didn't asnwer, she sadly went away. This is the place where the spirits make their deals. Whatever you imagine, impossible or real, All values and all moods, what you need to pleaase your greed is available , but watch out, nothing there is cheap. |
The king was sitting lonely on his bench beneath a tree He was staring at his castle and behind it over the sea The trees around him wearily were shaking like in trance bare branches waved like skeletons a dance of death they danced He saw it in the distance the darkness in the sky destruction was approaching He felt a silent cry A new age was about to be born of this old in agony Rolling thunder and waves so high with the wind sang a mighty lullaby The king was hugged by hopeless fear this was the last waltz he would hear His queen had starved that morning like his people had before He was the last man left there no creatures lived, no more the earth began to tremble the castle had no chance its stones fell down and bobbled a dance of death they danced Now nature's powers united to play a final dirge The wailing storms were howling tunes without lyrics, not a word Furious fires crackled rhythms carrying out their purge Along the raging waves roared out a bourdon fit to merge Thus bottled up he was aware this was the last waltz that he heard He was the king, he was aware this was the last waltz that he heard that was the last waltz he heard |
If today was the last day that people survived There would be a festival, a big party tonight The remnants of food would all be shared For hundreds of years this feast has been prepared When the music is over, all things will cease Let's bury anthropocene, we'll bury the ease with overindulgence, the orgy is great Don't run, just have fun, before it's too late Now dance while you can till it's over Let the music take you along Sing while you can till it's over each song may be the last song it won't be long Feel the rhythm, surrender, dance and don't care It is hot and ecstatic and loud for the fair It's a thrill, a jag, a trance, a cheap mart Enjoy the final fete, take it all, die hard We knew what we should, didn't do what we could So maybe tomorrow we'll vanish for good The day after or later we might all be gone But if it's next week - let the party go on Now dance while you can till it's over Let the music take you along Sing while you can till it's over Each song may be the last song Just hang on |
Time passes slowly or time passes fast. Nothing remains, nothing can last. Nothing remains, nothing's the same, only change - round, round it turns all the same It's turning ... Time is a wheel, able to drive, it keeps rolling to carry you through that life. Try not to care, just be aware nothing remains. To the world it's all the same It's turning ... Your trees, and bushes, and flowers, and weeds, the creatures, and whatever they need, like you and your things, your life, your aims, your feelings, beliefs, your body, your name pass all the same It's turning ... You can watch it, or you can use it, you can try to make sense - in vain; but in the end you will lose it you will leave as you came, it ends all the same It's turning .... |
A palmist lived in Paradise - his name was Prophet Paul he was waiting for some querents sitting in his market stall But due to lack of interest, no-one seemed to call So just for fun and dreamy he watched his crystal ball He hoped to see a tale from another planet catch glimpses of a future or maybe just some clues But when he saw what he could see his mirth began to vanish And he got scared, upset, and pale, and finally got the blues And he thought: Nobody wants to hear that, nobody wants to see Nobody wants to know that - no-one will believe Nobody wants to change their ways But what'll be it'll be. He saw a new age comimg not very far from now when Paradise and all the creatures there had died somehow Nature had been poisoned, exploited and destroyed Creation's crown with it was bound to perish, crumbling into void He was sure to see a tale from another planet he felt like in a nightmare and he couldn't wake up soon The horror made clear it was too late, they couldn't ban it Paul trembled and he shouted "Stop it!" at the rising moon And he thought: Nobody wants to hear that, nobody wants to see Nobody wants to know that No-one will believe Nobody wants to change their ways But what'll be it'll be. And Paul the Prophet saw how we all ended in the gloom people would neglect forebodings of the coming doom It scared him and he took the glass and smashed it at the wall it broke, the truth came out and said "all this cannot be stalled" And he took it for a tale from another planet but an evil and disturbing one he didn't like at all He quit his divinations had failed, he was frustrated and decided to go shopping at the mall And he thought: Nobody wants to hear that nobody wants to see Nobody wants to know that. No-one will believe Nobody wants to change their ways But what'll be it'll be. What'll be, it'll be |
The fire whispers words of warmth when it is cold outside The fireplace is bright with light when it is dark at night The smoke is curling up outside and seasons winter's air The flames are burning high and low and restless everywhere It's always different from itself each flame a new creation The atmosphere it spreads is calm the mood for meditation The burning beauty of the blaze lies in ist lively shape All kinds of figures forming fast short visions that escape It looks so cosy, tender, soft when wrapped around the logs Bur it's mere sham, 'cause it destroys the things it nourishes of Small yellow tatters get torn off the frazzled patches flare they give a second's life to ribbons that vanish in the air Fluttering motion on crackling ground unsteadily flickering sparks Get sucked up by the chimney flue and swallowed by the dark What was a blazing carpet first turns into embers fast A glowing transitoriness just ashes left to last |
It was fall and I walked through the forest one day when a fairy emerged from the fog on my way She was lovely and friendly and I heard her say "Hi, I'm Silvia, have a nice day. I just heard your humming of a song I liked the tune somehow - say, do you long for something great and hard to get? You must have a greatest wish, I bet." The greatest wish - Sylvia had said The greatest wish - I'd ever had The greatest wish - that did not sound bad And you know - she was a fairy Well, she was a fairy Yes - she was the fairy of that forest I thought I was dreaming, but she looked so real I was puzzled, confusion was all I could feel But she liked my song, that had some appeal I started to let myself in for the deal. "Have you got wishes?" She wanted to know but I was excited, and speechless, and so she went on, I still couldn't believe it was true, "which one is the most important for you?" The greatest wish - Sylvia had said The greatest wish - I'd ever had The greatest wish - that did not sound bad And you know - she was a fairy Well, she was a fairy Yes - she was the fairy of that forest Sure I had wishes, my heartbeat went fast I started to think, and to weigh, and contrast I just couldn't decide which one was the best Silvia felt that and she could suggest "Think it over until you're fixed, now go home - Be thorough, be positive, and decide all alone. Come back to this place, call my name, I'll be here." And into the fog she had disappeared. The greatest wish - Sylvia had said The greatest wish - I'd ever had The greatest wish - that did not sound bad And you know - she was a fairy Well, she was a fairy Yes - she was the fairy of that forest I considered, valued and sorted, ruled out Silvia grants me a wish all my thoughts were about which one was important enough to forget about all the rest, and then I was set. The forest now transparent, winter was near, Silvia was waiting for me to appear. "What you really wish for - do you now know? You don't have to tell me, just say yes or say no." The greatest wish - Sylvia had said The greatest wish - I'd ever had The greatest wish - that did not sound bad And you know - she was a fairy Well, she was a fairy Yes - she was the fairy of that forest "You fulfil a wish you don't know?" I asked, And slowly dissolving, she said "That's not my task. I never promised to do that for you I just want you to know, and to know what's to do. I'm glad I could help, it's now up to you your target is set, you must make it come true I know you can manage, good luck, bye, my friend." I went on through the forest around the next bend. |
The year is over some plans have come real and some others remain a dream You can look back at events and assume what's ahead from the things you see Snow is falling all around where we wander, on the ground and we don't know where we are bound The past has gone and the present has stalled we don't know what the future brings It hides in thoughts or ideas, maybe in snow, flying fast on its silent wings Snow is falling all around where we wander, on the ground we cannot know where we are bound Do we need what we got, do we get what we need to live and survive Let's take time take a break, think and weigh, change, take over, we can decide Snow is falling all around where we wander, on the ground no-one knows it where are bound Snow is falling - And we wonder |
The earth has a fever, it's rising steadily. it's caused by a virus called humanity The fever increases, but that virus resists, it's ramping and raging, it scars her, she's sick. The virus is spreading, wrecks life and alerts, affects beauty and organs, and skin, and it hurts. Stop and don't favour having so many children, Stop pollution and always flying somewhere, Don't consume more than you need, stop throwing things away, Or in only a few years you might no longer be there. Stop always buying something, start acting, stop talking, Stop driving around, better start walking, Save the animals and trees and appreciate wildlife - Or you'll soon become extinct and vanish with your vice. The earth has got the time, She will overcome. but not human kind, Some day soon it is gone. The earth got the power to defeat peril about, She's had millions of years to improve and weed out. For other new lives Will there be a scope. Sure, no longer yours, but with understanding and hope. With your too many children you will shatter their future, with your too many flights, cars, cows, and cruisers. You can live and let live if you now stop surfeit. Don't exploit the hand that feeds you, don't consume what you don't need. The junk you buy today will end up as tomorrow's waste, polluting soil and oceans, killing creatures, trees, or fates. Start to think it over, start to change your ways; Or your species is endangered, and numbered are your days The earth is quite small, There are limits to growth. So many people, so much greed More won't fit in, you know Consumerism's an addiction, destroying all things and kinds and faith in money is no religion, and that you own things is a lie Droughts, and floods, storms, and fires, These warnings remind: You need the world, but the world needs no mankind. In 30 years, the world population is expected to have grown to 10 billion people. In 30 years, the CO2 - emissions are forecast to increase to 43 billion tons. 25 million acres of forest are devastated each year, and every day 150 species just die out! Stop and don't favour having so many children, Stop pollution and always flying somewhere, Don't consume more than you need, stop throwing things away, Or in only a few years you might no longer be there. Stop always buying something, start acting, stop talking, Stop driving around, better start walking, Save the animals and trees and appreciate wildlife, Or you'll soon become extinct and vanish with your vice. You need the world But the world needs no mankind |
You want to know what lies ahead Will it be good or will it be bad? About the future you'll find out who with, where, when, why, what, and how? You want to know You want some prophecies? - You must be curious You need some prophecies? - Are you really sure? Do you love prophecies? - They might not bring you peace You rely on prophecies? - to decide what you must do You do want prophecies? - OK, it's your decision They give you what you need Give me a hint, give me a clue, and we'll see what's in stock for you It's easy to say and easy to see If you want to know what's going to be Look at the past, look at Connect the dots and see the way Look at yourself and look around and you will see where you are bound What will the future bring? You want some prophecies? - Are you just nosy? You need some prophecies? - You may not like them Do you love prophecies? - Well, some are great You rely on prophecies? - Do you expect any answers? You do want prophecies? - OK, it's your decision They give you what you need Tell me your dreams, that'll be good The past and your feelings and your present mood Tell me your fears and your wishes, too And we know which one will come true What will you do with your fortune told Will you change, or resign, or try to gain control Be aware there's no way you can flee Whatever you do - what'll be will be. We want to know We all want prophecies - That has always been so We all need prophecies - Think of Nostradamus We all love prophecies - Think of the oracle in Greece We depend on prophecies - There are tarot cards We ask for prophecies - And there's astrology They give you what you need Prophecies |