Lyrics

Peninsula

Monsieur Nadir swam a shortcut
to the peninsula, took shore at the north side
He never knew that it would take him all the year

And soon Nadir found himself in
the deep dark forest, old leaves hoover over
He had never met the conflict bound within

I’ll be on the peninsula (Do I ever fear the lone war)

Throughout the landscape, civil rampage
Peculiar details revealed and made him
Monsieur Nadir, the son of enlightment
Fulfilled by life and its own meanings
He never knew that it would take him more than years

I’ll be on the peninsula (Do I ever fear the lone war)

 

Lightlands

Sir saint Epaminondas is taking the tone – there will be blood
Made his way through the dark lands
to reach the place where the light is

Dips his Madeleine cake in the linden tea – afternoon sweeps
Then he was a young boy
returning to what memories could be

In all its simplicity the fragrance was pure – will be no blood
The ideal of a clear day
anemone fields, rosemary and thyme

There’s no easy way out now
Take me home
Take me home

Mosaic of all the chances shattered the pure – made him feel good
The feelings made him desert
to where he now stand, feelings are banned

All you great men of mankind what is your fate no matter of time
Beware of all your great work
is still up for grabs for the next one

Sir saint Epaminondas is taking the tone – there will be blood
Made his way through the dark lands
to reach the place where the light is

There’s no easy way out now
Take me home
Take me home

 

You were first

Take what’s yours
but don’t get caught

In a world of comedians
just don’t throw the feathers away

Foolish wars
hungered thoughts

In a world of comedians
In a world of extravagance
In a world of comedians
In a world of elegance

So give immense
and make history republished, good friend
Go weaken the chain
and make elephants sing it from top of the hill:
“You were first, and we’re sorry for all that we’ve done”
But from what I know
in the reed waits the bite of the pike

Heathen acts
but don’t get caught

In a world of comedians
just don’t throw the feathers away

In a world of comedians
In a world of extravagance
In a world of comedians
In a world of elegance

So give immense
and make history republished, good friend
Go weaken the chain
and make elephants sing it from top of the hill:
“You were first, and we’re sorry for all that we’ve done”
But from what I know
in the reed waits the bite of the pike

 

Kalinga

I’m caught in the elastic web amicability
Cecilia, its not that I have chosen you
La Familia of nouveau of art deco
My Ofelia I’m obligated and desolated

One way

I Kalinga, a tortoise for the water
Well I’m landlocked
A friendship that is too much forced
Cecilia, I’m obligated and desolated
My Ofelia, its not that I have chosen you

One way

I am becoming
with your mourn
a sack of bad bones