RideRide
Messages ran all over town
Words without sound
Condemned me
And left me for dead
All over again
It wasn't the first time, but this time
The Song Which Gives The Key To Perfection
siddha kunjika stotram
(The song which gives the key to perfection)
siva uvaca (siva said)
smu devi pravaksyami kunjika stotram uttamam yena mantraprabhavena candijapah subho bhavet
A Certain Slant of LightThere's a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the heft
Of cathedral tunes.
Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But internal difference
A Fire In The ForestThere is always sunshine
Above the grey sky
I will try to find it
Yes, I will try
My mind has been wandering
I hardly noticed
It's running on its own steam
Before the Bullfight
I hear your voice way down inside
A whispering sea of towering trees but no reply
A silence so rare and more than I can stand
Sweeps like a flood through life's flesh and blood
And steals away with its heart
If I'm losing you, then there's nothing more that I can say
BlemishI fall outside of her
She doesn't notice
I fall outside of her
She doesn't notice at all
And mine is an empty bed
I think she's forgotten
And mine is an empty bed
Blue Skinned GodsInside I'm out and I don't know whose thoughts I'm thinking
I'd rationalize if I only had a clue
And yellow and red are the colours to which I swear allegiance
And I follow them back to you
And it's love love love
It's love
And it's love love love
Brilliant TreesWhen you come to me
I'll question myself again
Is this grip on life still my own
When every step I take
Leads me so far away
Every thought should bring me closer home
Died In The WoolIs this how they'll find her?
Pale blue frock-coat, snagged full of needles
Belly full of sunshine
And what will they do without him? (Without him)
Now she's gone
What will they do without him? (Without him)
Emily DickinsonShe was no longer a user
Don't think she realized we knew that
Not one to make a fuss
Why this and not something else
Wasn't it obvious?
She made such a hash of it
You can't help but notice
For the love of lifeAnd slowly, you come to realize
It's all as it should be
You can only do so much
If you're game enough
You could place your trust in me
For the love of life
God ManWelcome to Sun State
The language of light
The energy's impulse
The loud, dark, iron
The purpose of history
The Eurasian Steppes
From treshold to treshold
Astonishment.
Gone To EarthWith a burning candle,
A book of holy things,
They'll throw you up against the wall;
Bind your hands with string.
Caught in the sudden shower,
Our host of heavenly Kings,
They're all victims of circumstance,
Of ancient bells that bring.
How Little We Need To Be HappyShe fell
No jewels for the hurt
When she fell
Where is the mother?
Draw back the sheets
Shake off the sleep and complete me
As I complete you
I Should Not DareI should not dare to leave my friend,
Because, because if he should die
While I was gone and I too late
Should reach the heart that wanted me
If I should disappoint the eyes
That hunted, hunted so to see
And could not bear to shut until
I SurrenderI opened up the pathway of the heart
The flowers died embittered from the start
That night I crossed the bridge of sighs and I surrendered
I looked back and glimpsed the outline of a boy
His life of sorrows now collapsing into joy
Krishna BlueShe's here in the snowfall at dead of night
The mood is of courtship, the final fight
She's all that I need, all that I am
The voice of compassion inside the man
You open the gates the madness begins
I'll follow you down, I'll follow you back in
She's here in the lifelines in every curve
Laughter and ForgettingRunning like a horse between the trees
The ground beneath my feet
Gives me something to hold on to
With the reins around my heart
Guided by hands that spread life before my very eyes
Well every hope falls down on it's knees in time
ManafonThere's a man down in the valley
Who doesn't speak in his own tongue
He bears a grudge against the English
The tune to which his songs are sung
There's a man down in the valley
Who is moving back in time
It's a physical ascension
NostalgiaVoices heard in fields of green.
Their joy, their calm, and luxury
Are lost within the wanderings of my mind.
I'm cutting branches from the trees,
Shaped by years on memories.
To exorcise their ghosts from inside of me.
The sound of waves in a pool of water.
I'm drowing in my nostalgia.
Playground MartyrsYou run to the gate
But you'll be marked late
It's for your own good
It's for your own good
You're likely to make the grandest mistakes
You suffer alone
In the skin and the bone
Pollen PathWelcome me father on the North shores of Lapland
Welcome me father who knows no name
Welcome me mother the earth here is yawning
my body is shaking for want of a flame
down here
Got to laugh
Pop SongBehind the iron gates
The shifts were workes in silence
Each weekend beckoned like Ulysses's sirens
And as the words were few
We'd listen to the radio
It was loud, and irritated me so
Pulling PunchesIf heaven watches over me,
Sowing seeds back in the soil.
With eyes that see, hands that feel,
Why am I the last to know?
Sheltered lives, spent partially breathing,
Are gathered together, under new religion.
Pulling punches, sleeping on our feet,
Pulling punches, I need someone to comfort me.
Pure GeniusOh, the lights are blinking
Here's the great deceiver
Bling, bling all bets are off
It goes unnoticed
If not for me it goes unnoticed
It goes unnoticed
Find another record
Random Acts of Senseless ViolenceUnder yellow light
Comes the face of tomorrow
Lights the fuse gives meaning to
All that was previously hollow
To a soundtrack track of sirens
And mute aspiration
The express train to Heathrow
Red GuitarI recognise no method of living that I know
I see only the basic materials I may use
If you ask me, I may tell you
It's been this way for years
I play my red guitar
It's the devil in the flesh
River ManI see your eyes light up like fire
It's medicine to me
But as the hunted live their lives
You're keeping out of reach
So I keep running, falling
Till I reach the water
Run with me holyman
ShadowlandShine upon my hour,
Shadowland
Cold cold winter hands
Shine upon my hour
Shadowland
Mountain we bear, mountain fall
Climbing up the charcoal trees
silver moon.Out upon the open fields
The rain is pouring down
We're pulling up the sheets again
Against the passing tides of love
Every doubt that holds you here
Will find their own way out
I will build a shelter if you call
Small Metal GodsIt's the farthest place I've ever been
It's a new frontier for me
And you balance things
Like you wouldn't believe
When you should just let things be
Yes, you juggle things
Cause you can't lose sight
Snow White in AppalachiaHalf life
She moves in a half life
Imperfect
From her place on the stairs
Or sat in the backseat
Sometimes you're only a passenger
In the time of your life
Some Kind Of FoolMaybe I'm wrong
I should just keep moving on...
I suppose.
But I'll see it through
Just like some kind of fool.
You say you care
That this kind of life
Taking The VeilIn dresses white, all set for sail
A little girl dreams of taking the veil
In dresses white, all set for sail
A little girl dreams of taking the veil
On beaches clean of sand and shell
A little girl dreams of taking the veil
The Boy With The GunHe knows well his wicked ways
A course of bitterness
A grudge held from his childhood days
As if life had loved him less
Reading down his list of names
He ticks them one by one
He points the barrel at the sky
Firing shots off at the sun
The Devil's OwnStanding firm on this stony ground
The wind blows hard
Pulls these clothes around
I harbour all the same worries as most
The temptations to leave or to give up the ghost
I wrestle with an outlook on life
That shifts between darkness and shadowy light
I struggle with words for fear that they'll hear
The Good SonYou know he'll take you
But not too far
Always first in line
But second to none
The good son
The good son
The Greatest Living EnglishmanHere we are then, here we are
Notes from a suicide
And he will never ever be
The Greatest Living Englishman
It's such a melancholy blue
Or a grey of no significance
Plastic coated surfaces
The Heart Knows BetterI don't know how long
She's been here with me
But it's been a long time coming
Make it last forever
Make it last forever
Yes, it's been a long time coming
The Only DaughterShe was, she was
A friend of mine
Do us a favour, your one and only warning
Please be gone by morning
She was, she was
A friend of mine
The Other Side of LifeWell it's been a long time
How should I feel?
What can I say?
With fantastic stories
You present yourself
In different ways
Some particular places
Remembered so well
The Rabbit SkinnerWho'll do for him
Child of the 50's
With no common sense
And no easy resting place
Only lichen on beeches
Oil on gun barrel
And the hard taste of pennies
The Scent Of MagnoliaIn the coldest hour something's going down
Whatever pierced the heart it didn't make a sound
I am terrified but I'm not losing sleep
If I'm falling then I'm falling at her feet
The Shining Of Thingsake My word for it
This never should have happened
What in the world d'ya think
Got into me
We fire at will
And as we watch the pieces shatter
We find were closer
The Song Which Gives The Key To Perfectionsiddha kunjika stotram
(The song which gives the key to perfection)
siva uvaca (siva said)
smu devi pravaksyami kunjika stotram uttamam yena mantraprabhavena candijapah subho bhavet
ThermalMorning, you lay sleeping
Your small body clinging tightly to mine
With frightening dependency
Life defining, impossible to betray
And with that…
The mattress rose
Set adrift on the burgeoning emotional tide
Upon This EarthLooking, by chance, in at the open window,
I saw my own self seated in his chair.
With gaze abstracted, furrowed forehead,
Unkempt hair.
I thought that I had suddenly come to die,
That to a cold corpse this was my farewell.
Until the pen moved slowly upon paper,
Victim Of StarsWords are blinded and the bows released
lights tiny arrows pierce the moon
I turned the tallow in the hand of sleep
A victim of stars for want of a room
I raised the boat in a sea of sound
Astonished
Absolutely spellbound
WanderlustHelp me, I feel like I'm weightless
Floating right out of your hands
And there's only so much I aspire to
Taking one day at a time
And deliverance has many faces
But grace is an aquaintance of mine
WaterfrontOn the banks of a sunset beach
Messages scratched in sand
Beneath a roaming home of stars
Young boys try their hand
A spanish harbouring of sorts
In catalonian bars
They were pulled from a sinking ship
And saved for last
WaveIt seems that I remember
I dreamed a thousand dreams
We'd face the days together
No matter what they'd bring
A strength inside like I'd never known
Opened the door to life and let it go
Weathered WallYou were someone to believe in
A place for hope in a changing world
Feeling every moment
Every one of the years spent in your arms
After a lifetime of living
These soiled hands show no life at all
Working at all hours
When Love Walks InThere's something in the air
It's never felt like this before
A turning of the tide
A slamming of the holy doors
I'll find myself a quiet place that no-one's ever seen
A blazing sun will shine upon the road ahead of me
When love walks in
When Poets Dreamed of AngelsShe rises early from bed, runs to the mirror
The bruises inflicted in moments of fury
He kneels beside her once more, whispers of promise
"Next time I will break every bone in your body"
And the well-wishers let the devil in
And if the river ran dry they'd deny it happening
As the card players steal their hands from the bottom of the deck
Wonderful WorldIt's a wonderful world
And you take and you give
And the sun fills the sky
In the space where you live
It's a day full of dreams
It's a dream of a day
And the joy that it brings
World CitizenWhat happened here?
The butterfly has lost its wings
The air's too thick to breathe
And there's something in the drinking water.
The sun comes up
The sun comes up and you're alone
Your sense of purpose come undone
Zero LandmineThis is my home
The land of my mother
The place I play
With sisters and brothers
The trees are rooted
In the ground beneath
Take away the violence
Избранный Сильвиан 1986. Before The BullefightИз альбома
Gone To Earth (1986)
I hear your voice
Way down inside
A whispering sea
Of towering trees
But no reply
Избранный Сильвиан 1987. When Poets Dreamed Of AngelsDavid Sylvian - Secrets Of The Beehive
She rises early from bed
Runs to the mirror
The bruises inflicted in moments of fury
He kneels beside her once more
Whispers a promise
Избранный Сильвиан 1991. BlackwaterDavid Sylvian - Rain Tree Crow
Hold you in
A sea of silence
On the borderline of truth
Open violence
I see no sign
I see no place I’ve loved
Избранный Сильвиан 1999. Darkest DreamingИз альбома
David Sylvian - Dead Bees On A Cake
Stay tonight
We’ll watch the full moon rising
Hold on tight
The sky is breaking
I don’t ever want to be alone