Fairy Tales from Needland (1995)

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Mornight ( a fairy-tale About two possibilities )

1.
water is never sorry
For what is torn apart
It never whisper that after night
Morning surely must come

Water even knows how
To pull its waves down under the surface

Like blood flowing through the heart
In its own time
Water brings dreams to some
And morning to others

2.
Night soars
Wanders
And sleep ages by the hour
I haven´t an inkling - wound!
What shape you will take in the morning
Morning!

What are you warning me of - wound!?
That you float away prom me in the morning?
Mor-

-night is rushing off somewhwre
But whare should I put my wound
Before waking?
What should I do with you inside me - wound!?
Is morning always on hand?
Wound!

3.
Water wild - water deep...

 

Over and over ( a fairy-tale About endless flip-flopping )

Mirror, or a stranger´s breath?
Laughter, or scissors on wings?
Over and over
Without thinking it over
Coose what will in turn change...

A knot, or eyes that are too weak?
Looking, or knowing what to begin?
Over and over
Without explanation...

A shadow, or maybe mere distrust?
What kind of tomorrow or what kind of yesterday?
Over and over
Without end...

 

1st voice                                                             2nd voice


    Barren walls, or somebody´s palms?                Barren walls, or somebody´s palms?
    To say it coherently, or in fits and pieces?                 To say it coherently, or in fits and pieces?
    Over and over                                             Over and over
    What about the crossroads...                              What about the crossroads...
    Words like keys, or weapons?            Words like keys, or weapons?

    Again repeat the same mistakes          Again repeat the same mistakes
    Whether you like it or not                     Whether you like it or not
    And choose again                                         Over and over
    And wait again                                       Without explanation...
    Over and over                                                  Is it the lion or the fish with a fine voice?
    And again at the crossroads
    Remaining alone at the crossroads
 

 

Magician ( a fairy-tale About Needland )

Mummble ... bla ... mummm ... ble ... mummm ...

We wear
Magic things
Locked into gloves
Locked into gloves

One often finds
The need
To make a cow of a mouse
And a mouse of a cow

We wear
What troubles us
Locked into half-smiles
Locked into half-smiles

One often finds
The need
To open even when there´s no knock
To open one´s own hideawaybox

Mummble ... bla ... mummm ... ble ... mummm ...

 

Blindman´s Cane ( a fairy-tale About Bonafidelity )

From shore to shore
Like a thin white cane
Little boats are searching
For that just right place

Only the ocean
Remains alone!
Only the ocean
Remains alone!
(By the shore...)

An island by itself
By the shore shoreless
The ocean rolls
God-knows where

And meanwhile on the shore
Like a thin white cane
People are searching
For that just right place

Only the ocean
Remains alone!
Only the ocean
Remains alone!
(By the shore...)

 

The Soil ( a fairy-tale About a great Inquietude )

Where does the shadow fly that loses strength
Where does it fly?
Where does the eddy swirl which captures nothing
Where does it fly?
Where am I flying?

The earth rolls over in the ground
Hungrily swallows the roots
Something´s pushing it - something´s here
Scared by its own boundlessness
It doesn´t see into the bowels - shielded by the universe!

Where does the tone fly that is suddenly cut short?
Where does it fly?
Where does the arrow fly that never hits home
Where does it fly?
Where am I flying?

The earth rummages through the cards
Blindness expires in the dark
It has no idea what to doubt
It doesn´t know what to warn itself of
It doesn´t rise to the heights - nailed down to the fire!

The earth spins around itself
It touches all within itself
Flint sparks in place of eyes
There´s nothing to complain about
It does not see around itself - poured out to all sides!

Locked rooms chill me in my soul
(Earth would fly but doesn´t know which way)

Something within me searches like an orphan
(Earth would fly even if it´s not possible)

My own palms hold me by my handle
(Earth would fly, maybe it´ll happen)

What´s there behind the doors? Who´s looking for me?
(Finally the earth raises itself up!)

High high up in the clouds
Above its own head earth loses itself
Fire and universe top their temples
The earth topless to the ground...
The earth topless to the ground!

 

Mr. Manyana ( a fairy-tale About Mr. Manyana and Mrs. Hereona )

The days are like a teaspoon in hand
Heaping
Like stone which chips leap
As if from a chisel
Like thin hair
Like a fragile house - built from happenstance
The days do not remenber themselves

The days are nevertroubled with
When to go - when to stay
They are dust leaping into the air
Like eaglets
Like traitorous ice
Like a stern frame - built from trust
The days aren´t surprised with themselves
They aren´t surprised!

 

Hereona ( a fairy-tale About Mr. Manyana and Mrs. Hereona )

1.
Hereona Hereona Hereona Hereonit!
Hereona Hereona Hereona Hereonit!
Hereona Hereonit!
Hereona Hereona!

Day after day after day after day after - manyana!
Round and around and around and around - manyana!
Feeling - hiding
Pacing - hesitating

Weeks and weeks and weeks and weeks - manyana!
Round and around and around and around - manyana!
Shining - groping
Shooting - understanding
Round and around and around and around - manyana!

Year after year after year after year after - manyana!
Round and around and around and around - manyana!
Getting up - coiling back
Shielding - despairing
Round and around and around and around - manyana!

3.
Empty house
Cloudless sky
And no desire unfullfilled
No spoken wishes
The picture softly fades around the edges
That´s no shadow!
The picture softly fades around the edges
Days and weeks!

Empty house
Orderly stones
And that their speech goes unheard
Is no mark of poor hearing
The picture softly fades around the edges - no shadow!
The picture softly fades - and myself wiyh it...

 

Water-sprite ( a fairy-tale About a Water-sprite )

I know different stories
I know ... I know ... I know ...
I know a few about the land above
Where up goes on forever and everybone´s exposed

The first story tells of a pair of dice...
Cursed by number of prejudice!
And when the people let them roll
They lock their homes and shut their doors

The second tale is one of need
For the mongrel dogs with pedigrees
And in their bark is such a greed
That they envy their own echo

The third tale tells
Of a blossom whose petals
Leap like fire upon the skin
And burn to mark conceit within

Now the world is haunted!
Haunting in the world!

 

Melting ( a fairy-tale About Willingness )

Melting under flames
Melting under palms
Melting that never lets up

Melting even in frost
Melting even in lack of speech
Melting even where
It seems
There´s nothing to melt

 

Ms. Lazy-bones ( a fairy-tale About a full train )

They hold me
Carry me
Here and there - lazy bones!

They rattle me
Squeeze me
Unrelenting remembrance!

They cart me
Around
Abominable - lazy bones!

Bones a lazy - bag of bones
- What does it - does it
Remind me of - remind me of?
- Tah-dah-daph - tah-dah-daph

When they hinder me
So much
Whose fault is it?

 

Hardly anybody ( a fairy-tale About Amore )

So just how does it all add up
You on the sleds
Always on the sleds
Me on the dog

So just how does it all add up
You on the dog
You always on the sleds
Me on the sleds

So just how does it all add up
You on the waves
You always on the waves
Me in the wind

So just how does it all add up
You in the wing
You always in the wind
Me on the waves

So just how does it all add up
You droplet of "I"
You always droplet of "I"
Me grain of "You"

That´s about how it adds up
Added up
Added up about like that
By just hardly anybody

Maybe it adds up
You on the rings
You always on the rings
And we on the parallel bars

 

ShoePhill ( a fairy-tale About Chill )

Cold is not
Lazy
It strides
Strides
Looks beneath the firmament
        Whoever cannot overcome it
Within
Loses
Resings
Weakone or strongone
    Cold is not
Lazy
It climbs
Climbs
From the heels to the head
   
Be more than ShoePhill
Be more than ShoePhill
Be more than ShoePhill
ShoePhil ShoePhill
ShoePhil ShoePhill
Clenched
        Be more than chaperon
Your own chaperon
Your own chaperon
Chaperon chaperon
Chaperon chaperon
Over the earth
    Spectres arise
People - expire
Everyone get used to it
Used to it
Used to it
On the earth
   
Be more than chaperon
Your own chaperon
Your own chaperon
Chaperon chaperon
Chaperon chaperon
Over the earth
        Be more than ShoePhill
Be more than ShoePhill
Be more than ShoePhill
ShoePhil ShoePhill
ShoePhil ShoePhill
On the earth