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Convulse: "Reflections" – 1994

энциклопедия: Convulse

Состав группы:

  • Rami Jämsä – вокал, гитара
  • Patti – бас
  • Juppo Paavola – ударные
  • Toni Honkala – гитара
  • Aki Yli-Salomäki – вокал

Convulse: "Reflections" – 1994

Композиции:

  1. Intro
  2. The Rite Of Sunshine
  3. The Green Is Grey
  4. Years Of Decay
  5. Memories
  6. The Nation Cries
  7. Crying Back Yesterday
  8. Lost Equilibrium
  9. The New Arrival

Лирика

1. Intro

(инструментал)

2. The Rite Of Sunshine

I've seen the rivers flowing into your arms
I've heard the wind gently singing in the trees
I've seen the snow covering the land but why the branch bent down
and broke off to the frozen ground
Touch me and give relief join this drop in your seas
Shall your wind rise from the bones to dust
and shall it reach the place where the flowers
bloom, though my eyes are bathered in mourning
tears, please offer us to your good wishes and may our lives be fulfilled

3. The Green Is Grey

In the middle of the green valleys deep inside the gloomy hills
conceals the origin of all that is in existence
Thousands of years ago people were pieces of us all
but now the virginity is gone and the green is grey
All of the time digging your own grave blind to see the omen of bloody end
It was time to sow but now it's time to reap and your time withers away
like flowers in my meadow

4. Years Of Decay

My eyes are not blind but still they can't see to the other side
sometimes they're in our minds reminding how it sometimes was
I repent my own existence I want to look back inside embryonic world
My eyes... but still... sometimes they're... reminding...
Years of the decay are back and I'm insane
Strange voices whisper my name calling me to join their game
while I'm in sleep, so deep and sweet the past wakes me up and I've learned to see

5. Memories

We ring your bell or knock on the backdoor
we creep like thieves in the blackest night
even shadows are missing so you can't resist
fast open your door and truth hits like a fist
Just the moment of the sun until my clouds come again and bring the rain
one minute the feeling that everything is bright and then darkness steps in
Pretend to be oblivious but something still gnaws
immortal life sin inherited of my deeds

6. The Nation Cries

In the midst of our greed we opened the door thinking all is ours
but no one can rule the sun or sea no one owns the land or trees
White man's dream is just kill and lead you're only passions are
but rape an unleash the beast
We offered peace without any tricks but you just let us down
I'd started your own feasts
Should I be proud of brother's crusades
should I celebrate all those five hundred years
Now we want to just close our eyes and deny to see our crimes
the nation cries, while it dies but no one listens to, 'coz we live in lies
(mother moon behold me I'm waiting for the dew to relief
father sun, behold me I'm waiting for the beams of tomorrow
Throw the sorrow back tomorrow...)

7. Crying Back Yesterday

Mother of the high seas please guide me home or leave me alone
father of the plains and prairie behold me and see my crying...
Back yesterday... crying back yesterday...
back yesterday... crying back yesterday...

8. Lost Equilibrium

Executioners and tortures run after my body
they reach me and wrap me like a baby in a shell
Guide me out, please, lead me free
Darkness and depression rape my true self
piece by piece my memories come into sight
I wander in wasteland and cannot stay anywhere
and I wonder how long it lasts this way I've been
sent, no one sees these contacts which exhaustingly are
gnawing, blames throw me from equilibrium but truth is forbidden

9. The New Arrival

The path is cold and dark no stars in the sky leafless trees
scratch the new arrival touching with cold hands the foreigner
who searches for his place
Spirits of lonely ones hail the wanderer and lapse back the quietness
to sow the seeds from which we are fed
It has become time to leave the paralyzed seas
and open the door of the new beginning
March this way with your heart close your eyes from the past
don't fall from this path 'cos then the morning light comes again

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