LYRICS

SONGS OF MOUNTAIN STREAM

BASILISCUS

I was walking by the river.
They came with their guns to shoot at the
wild boars. They missed the mark. I died.

Oh, the funeral was great, friends!
All the women cried and sang in Latin
songs for my bones. Thank you so much.

And now, I spend the day
inside my grave
over the mountain.
Now, I rest in peace
inside my grave
over the mountain.

In the summer it’s so hot here!
When you came in August I was
surprised to see you and afraid too.

You were crawling by the churchyard
looking for a place to stay and to
eat your big prey, not to praise God.

And me, I felt disgusted
inside my grave
over the mountain.
I had enough of the worms
inside my grave
over the mountain.

It’s not so easy to live by your side
during the night, you make strange NOISES.

Oh, my funny Basiliscus
sweet and comic and bloodcurdling
you make me smile with my dead and frozen heart.

We spend the day
inside my grave
over the mountain.
Now, we rest in peace
inside my grave
over the mountain.

It’s not unpleasant to live by your side.
During the night, you are with me.

SUNDAY MORNING BELLS ARE RINGIN’

Sunday, morning’s all the same.
All the bells are ringing,
all the bells are swinging low.
Please keep quiet,
leave me on my bed.
I can hear the organ pipes that blow.

Someone is telling
tales down in the courtyard,
tales already told before
a thousand times,
in the autumn light.

I keep my secret,
my greatest fear:
I don’t want to grow up.
So please, stop all the clocks!
Sunlight from the mirror frame
climbs on the wall but
always the rain is falling down,
down over my head.
On mountains.

Sunday, there’s nothing to do:
all the bells are ringing low.
Every toll seems to be the last but it’s a trick: this eternal sound will play till mountain falls.

Someone is sweeping
leaves down in the courtyard
leaves already born before
a thousand times.

I keep my secret,
my greatest fear:
I don’t want to grow up.
So please, stop all the clocks!
Sunlight from the mirror frame
climbs on the wall but
always the rain is falling down,
down over my head.
On mountains.

THE BARN OWL

My real name is Barn Owl
but they use to call me Ghost owl
‘cause I walk out in the night.
I walk out in the night.

They sometimes name me Rat owl
or they also cry: “A Demon owl!”
but I go on with my owl affairs and
when they wear their PJs, when they’re sleeping, I start
singing, singing down the road.
Because

I don’t have the great smile of an actor of the silent era,
I can’t do the tap dance in a vaudeville show,
but I don’t need your stupid mask to tell you what I think about your shoes, about your hair, about your bad habit to leave me

always on my own
oh poor little owl
always on my own, again
oh poor little owl.

Cave owl it’s too introspective,
Church owl makes me laugh and makes me
think about my graveyard old sweet home.
Stone owl is my battle name
Death owl is my darker face
Tell me, why are you so afraid?

I can be as pale as Nosferatu or Bela Lugosi,
I could be the assistant in a Caligari show.
And I don’t need your stupid mask to tell you what I think about your shoes, about your hair, about your bad habit to leave me

always on my own
oh poor little owl
always on my own again
oh poor little owl.

My real name is Barn Owl
also Hissing owl, White breasted owl
Barnyard owl, Hobgoblin owl
Golden owl, Monkey-faced owl.

Call me with the name you want,
but please don’t leave me all day alone.
Please don’t leave me on my own.
Please don’t leave me so.

THE SONG OF MOUNTAIN STREAM

There’s not a voice
(No one who cares, not here not there).
There’s not a breeze
(No breath of air, not here not there).
Calm is all nature as a resting wheel,
oh, leave me by myself don’t let me hear

the sound of brooks
distracts me from my books,
makes me think about your love
the woods and pines we roamed.

Over wide lea
near those paths so dear to me
I remember all the times
you sang this gentle tune:

“Let me show you the sunrise
on these rainy days.
Let me show you the hawk’s flight
on this mountain top” and then
the echoes of enchanting springs
will return to our minds.
We will let them flow.
We will let them run again.

Suddenly my heart leaps up
when I catch sight of a red deer in the forest, I run after it disappears.
The song of mountain-stream unheard by day now hardly heard, beguiles my homeward way.

Surprised by joy,
impatient as the wind,
I remember all the times
you sang that gentle tune:

“Let me show you the sunrise
on these rainy days.
Let me show you the hawk’s flight
on this mountain top” and then
the echoes of enchanting springs

will resound again,
will return to play
to fill the air with voices, breaths and waves,
will spread their tales.

It’s the sound that climbs over my spine.

THE RIVER

Run through the water oh sweet fool to catch my hand,
cry me a river if you loved me till the end.

Every moon is not the same,
tonight it’s red and I’m still

dragged by the river,
past the forest’s shade.
Dragged by the river,
let the willows sing our names.

Dragged by the river,
joy brings only shame.
Dragged by the river
let me sink alone again.

Run through the water if you want to stroke my hair.
Leave the grey old ghosts
silent in this grave.

Every moon is not the same,
tonight is full and I’m still

pulled by the river
past the forest shade.
Dragged by the river
let the nettles climb my veins

Dragged by the river,
madness cloaks the shame.
Dragged by the river
let me sink alone again.

Pink clouds are floating slowly over the foxgloves.

Cold is the night,
dance of fire lights.
Cold is the night,
dance of fire lights.

CARL HOLZL

When I’m down
you are my favorite Dj
scratching all my fears.

You’re the one
who knows something ‘bout my life
I’m sure that you won’t speak.

I just move my hands
and your hammers start to beat out, to beat out.
You have got all the keys to open my mind.
To get the right one it’s easy for you.
It’s the only way to penetrate my brain.

When I’m down
you are my favourite killer,
shooting all my demons

I would like
to know something ‘bout your life
but you don’t want to speak.

I just move my hands
and your hammers start to beat out, to beat out.
You have got all the keys to open my mind.
To get the right one it’s easy for you.
It’s the only way to penetrate my brain.

Dear Carl your strings shine as my eyes,
but the ivory is darker every day.

CYPRESSA

I know
what I see is not the ocean,
but we don’t care too much.
You see
sea water‘s only a mirage,
but we don’t need to cool down

Near the bouganville
the wind blows.

I know this is not a castle tower,
I don’t mind,
just look around!
You see
on the roof cats and guitars
will mourn till the morning light

And we’ll run on the cypress hill till the dawn.
And we’ll hide away among the ruins like the sun.

We’ll go where the sculptures tell the truth,
we’ll crop citrus walking on the branches.
Needlessly.

I know
this is not the French Riviera.
We prefer juices to champagne.
And I know
I’m not Caroline of Monaco,
but I can sing funny tunes.

And we’ll run on the cypress hill till the dawn.
And we’ll hide away among the ruins like the sun.

L’INSINUANT

Ô courbes, méandre,
Secrets du menteur,
Est-il art plus tendre
Que cette lenteur ?

Je sais où je vais,
Je t’y veux conduire,
Mon dessein mauvais
N’est pas de te nuire…

Quoique souriante
En plein fierté,
Tant de liberté
[Te désoriente ?]

Ô courbes, méandre,
Secrets du menteur,
Je veux faire attendre
Le mot le plus tendre.

SICK TO THE HEART

Where have you been all the day,
Rendal, my son?
Where have you been all the day,
my pretty one?
I’ve been to my sweetheart, mother.
I’ve been to my sweetheart, mother.

Make my bed soon
for I’m sick to my heart
and I fain would lie down.

What have you been eating,
Rendal, my son?
What have you been eating,
my pretty one?
Eels and eel broth mother.
Eels and eel broth mother.

Where did she get them from,
Rendal, my son?
What was the colour on their skin,
my pretty one?
From hedges and ditches, mother.
Oh, Streaked and striped mother.

What will you leave your mother,
Rendal my son?
What will you leave your mother,
my pretty one?
My gold and silver, mother.
My gold and silver, mother.

What will you leave your sweetheart,
Rendal my son?
What will you leave your sweetheart,
my pretty one?
A rope to hang her, mother
A rope to hang her, mother

Make my bed soon
for I’m sick to my heart
and I fain would lie down.

WHITE FUR

Lighter is the night
everyone has come out
to forget it’s too late to leave.
Colder is the light
and I’m still asking how
how the foxes became so white.

Lying down
in my dark room
while I’m listening to my favorite song
all night along.

It’s snowing:
snowing on the street, on the floor,
on the things I have to throw away;
snowing on the trees, on the rooves,
on the fireplace we used to talk

around memorial stones
children play hide and seek
and I think it’s too late to leave.
“Don’t forget the gloves”
if you have to skin ermines.

In my dark room
while I’m listening to my favorite song
all night along

It’s snowing:
snowing on the woods, on my desk,
on the things that makes me think of you;
snowing down,
snowing on the cars, on guitars, on my piano that became so slick.
It’s out of control now.

Let me lie
in my dark room
while I’m listening to my favorite song
all night along.

It’s snowing…
till the morning comes.

WALDEINSAMKEIT

Great woods, you frighten me like cathedrals
You roar like an organ
But in my heart, I hear that sound: it’s like a mountain falling.
It’s out of control.

MAKE ME A PICTURE OF THE SUN

MAKE ME A PICTURE OF THE SUN

Make me a picture of the sun
So I can hang it in my room
And make believe I’m getting warm
When others call it “Day”
When others call it “Day”

Draw me a Robin on a stem
So I am hearing him, I’ll dream,
And when the Orchards stop their tune
Put my pretense away
My pretense away
Draw me a Robin on a stem
So I am hearing him, I’ll dream.

Draw me a robin on stem
Make me a picture of your sun

Say if it’s really warm at noon
Whether it’s Buttercups that “skim”
Or Butterflies that “bloom”?
Then skip the frost upon the lea
And skip the Russet on the tree
Let’s play those never come!
This sun.

Draw me a Robin on a stem
So I am hearing him, I’ll dream,
And when the Orchards stop their tune
Put my pretense away
My pretense away
Draw me a Robin on a stem
So I am hearing him, I’ll dream.

SABLES MOUVANTS

Et toi
Comme les sables qui je foule aux pieds en courant
Et toi
Dans les algues tu glisses et je rie insolente

Avant mon miroir
Gouffres dorés
Sur ton visage les eaux sont débordées

Mais dans tes bois méconnus
Des bourgeons ont brillé

Avant mon miroir
Branches dorées
Des bourgeons pour m’enivrer.

BOTH WITH THEE

The other two, slight air and purging fire,
Are both with thee, wherever I abide;
The first my thought, the other my desire,
These present-absent with swift motion slide.

For when these quicker elements are gone
In tender embassy of love to thee,
My life, being made of four, with two alone
Sinks down to death, sinks down to death…

Until life’s composition be recured
By those swift messengers return’d from thee,
Who even but now come back again, assured
Of thy fair health, recounting it to me:
This told, I joy; but then no longer glad,
I send them back again and straight grow sad.

For when these quicker elements are gone
In tender embassy of love to thee,
My life, being made of four, with two alone
Sinks down to death, sinks down to death…

FÉROCE ET RIDICULE

L’Amour est assis sur le crâne
De l’Humanité,
Et sur ce trône le profane,
Au rire effronté,

Souffle gaiement des bulles rondes
Qui montent dans l’air,
Comme pour rejoindre les mondes
Au fond de l’éther.

Le globe lumineux et frêle
Prend un grand essor,
Crève et crache son âme grêle
Comme un songe d’or.

J’entends le crâne à chaque bulle
Prier et gémir
“Ce jeu féroce et ridicule,
Quand doit-il finir?”

Car ce que ta bouche cruelle
Eparpille en l’air,
Monstre assassin, c’est ma cervelle,
Mon sang et ma chair!»

CHILL

At the still point of the turning world. Chill.

Dead is the sun and blind is the day
It’s time for leaving, it’s time to lay
Will I forget this warm falling night?
Will I remember the scent of this light?

Tendril and spray, clutch and cling. Chill, chill, chill.

Goldenrain trees won’t shelter my neck,
leaves can’t force back fatal-winds.
They filter sounds and light,
and is silent, the light is still
at the still point of the turning world. Chill.

14th AUGUST, A SUMMER STORM

Rest in silence on this patio
Listen to the summer storm
Every sound is like a recall
In the glowing evening’s lightI would crawl in the ground
For a while

Flowing mountain of quicksilver
Fading veils of misty clouds
In the shrine beyond the river
Lidless stares of fallen saints

I would lay on this roof
For a while

When it rains
On the fern
In the wood
I hear new words
I hear new words.

Purple blossom will turn on my heart
As the pollen will poison my mind
Greenish tang will fall from lands unknown
And the streaming rain will hit my face like a rabid kiss of God

When it rains
On the fern
In the wood
I hear new words
I hear new words.

BLEEDIN’

My mother groaned, my father wept,
Into the dangerous world I leapt;
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
Like a fiend hidBleedin’, take me for a while
Take me for a while

Struggling in my father’s hands,
Striving against my swaddling bands,
Bleedin’, take me for a while
Take me for a while

Bound and weary, I thought best
To sulk upon my mother’s breast
Bleedin’, take me for a while, take me for a while.

PAMPHLET

Salto i passi per poi rincorrere
L’idea che sia la via più semplice
Se arrendersi è deplorevole
Soddisferò la tua curiositàNon ho più fiato per rispondere
Nel vento un’eco parla già per me
Nemmeno servirà un interprete
Che importa poi se capiranno?

Potrei mai fingere di divertirmi
Mentre conto i battiti seduta qui?
Preferirei se sotto al tavolo ci fosse un albero
Trentatré lire e un organo
E scriverei un piccolo pamphlet
Che non dica più di ciò che già c’è

Non ho più fiato per rispondere
Nel vento un’eco parla già per me
Nemmeno servirà un interprete
Che importa poi, mi capiranno

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