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Prologue
08:30
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Zarathustra:
Behold I'm weary of my wisdom
it's too much honey for this bee
I need some hands to revive it
I'm looking for some friends to give
I'm looking for some friends to give
I'm looking for some friends to give
my riches
I'll talk to them until the wise men
find out they are fools and smile to me
And the poor will find they are wealthy
I'm looking for some friends to give
I'm looking for some friends to give
I'm looking for some friends to give
my riches
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Villager:
Hey fellas we've got a double act in town
a tightrope-walker and a
silly things-talker
The funniest couple we have ever had
looking at them you can tell that
they are both condemned
He says he's got a gift
he's got something to say
we will have our laughs
at the market place
Let them start
give them space
and don't you miss a sign
of their stupid faces
Hey fellas we got a double act in town
a tightrope walker and a
silly things talker
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Zarathustra:
Man is a rope
over an abyss
dangerous way, dangerous shuddering
I don't care for reason
I don't care for madness
Come with me and say: "I don't care for justice"
'Cause I love them ones
who don't seek behind the stars and do not hide
do not hide
they do not hide
when they lie
Man is the question
man is not the answer
Man is a stream that needs going under
I don't care for wisdom
I don't care for madness
Come with me and say: "I don't care for justice"
'Cause I love the ones who don't seek behind the stars and do not hide
do not hide
they don't hide
when they lie
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Jester:
-Out of the rope don't you dare stay in my way
Tightrope walker:
-Right from the start I knew this would be my... end
Jester:
-See how he falls as a whirlpool of arms and legs
Tightrope walker:
-I don't fear the ground but I fear to end up in hell
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Zarathustra:
Don't you worry mate
All of that stuff does not exist
there's no devil or hell
Your soul dies before your body stinks
Tightrope walker:
Well if you speak the truth
I lose nothing when I lose my life
I'm not much more than a beast
who was taught to dance
Zarathustra:
You made danger your vocation
there's nothing wrong with that
Now that you die for your decisions
I'll bury you with my own
two hands
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I'm leaving this city
my only friend is dead
people here just hate me
my songs are sung for those who follow themselves
This place is full of shepherds
for a stupid herd
I'll sing for the lonesome
and whoever still got ears for the unheard
Eagle and snake
tied around his neck
as friends
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The tree on the mountain
03:54
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If I tried to shake this tree
my hands would be useless
but the wind, which we don't see
bends it as it pleases.
What the eye
can't see
tortures us in the deep
This won't have to frighten you
man works just the same
As high as he aspires to view
deeper has to dwell
Earthward
in the dark
closer to hell
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4. |
Despisers of the body
02:18
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A thousand voices
with just one sense
It is the shepherd
it is also the herd
Behind your feelings
behind your thoughts
Stands your body
she’s the real boss
It’s a peace
and a war
It’s a peace
and a war
My spirit is my body
My reason is my body
My wisdom is my body
I ain’t nothing but a body
Your little reason
it’s just a toy
Your body is playing
Like a little boy
You can’t create
far beyond yourself
and that’s the reason
why you hate the earth
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5. |
The new idol
01:54
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Watch them climb, them monkeys!
Watch them fall in the mud
Watch them climb
for their piece of pie
and that golden throne
Far from the market place
Happens everything that is great
Far from their treasured fame
is where new artists play
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6. |
Good and Evil
03:04
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Verily man gave himself
all his good and evil
Didn’t take it from the ground
nor fell from up above
Made it to preserve himself
and gave a human meaning for the world
Can you give yourself a law
a hand-made good and evil?
Can your will stand alone
away from any god?
Can you be attorney and judge
and hangman and offender of your law?
But you want to be free
From who would you want to be freed?
Will you pay any fee
when you find out that you
were your worst enemy
What would you know about love
if you ain’t been a despiser
And you have despised the most
precisely what you loved
If you want to be yourself
you’ll have to become ashes and start again
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7. |
On poets
03:51
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I see through you
there’s shame in your love
Bad conscience
poisons your thoughts
Free your desires
and love like a wolf
let hang out your tongue
That’s how I love
You love the earth
as the moon loves her
Seducer
seduces himself
Those pure perceivers
I want nothing from them
I enjoy my innocence
That’s how I love
Once you fooled me
but I’ve had enough
I must admit it
you looked like a god
Then I discovered
what hid in your soul
And looked for something more
That’s how I love
I’m a poet so I lie too much
That’s my truth I’m only honest when I lie
In muddy waters I swam and I dived
But now I’m looking for clearer deeper ones
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8. |
I smell it in the wind
03:27
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I smell it in the wind
I smell it in the wind
I had forgotten the sea
Everything is asleep
even the sea dreams
It groans with evil memories
By the sea I cry and laugh
for all the friends I’ve ever had
Love is a danger for the lonely ones
but love and loneliness keep giving me the strength to carry on
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9. |
Tomb song
04:03
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There's an isle of tombs
tombs of my youth
Dear glances of love
you had to die so soon
Today I recall you like dead friends
and I'm both rich and poor
'cause I possessed you
You did not flee from me
nor did I flee from you
Dear glances of love
strangled while you flew
They shot you down in the night time
at dawn they laughed at you
and ripped your heart at noon
I can't explain what you've done to me
you stole my nights and turned them agony
What you have taken I cannot rebuild
You made those I loved
to hurt me the most
Misery
My best dances have been kept still
my dearest words unspoken on my lips
my love remains only in my memories
How did my soul
rise again from those tombs?
That's my will
'cause I'm invulnerable only in my heel
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10. |
Gift-giving virtue
02:21
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When your heart flows broad
Like rivers do
blessings and dangers
are near you
Above praise and blame
like a lover’s will
Your body is speaking
in such a thrill
In such a thrill
In such a thrill
Your body’s speaking
like a lover’s will
You might admire me
you might be wrong
Never write
your love in stone
If your loving trembles
if your plans fall through
all those stones may bury you
May bury you
May bury you
If your loving trembles
all your plans fall through
I said farewell
my beloved town
and all my friends
I’m leaving now
Past this old crossroad
I’ll walk alone
I’ll keep on rambling on my own
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Two paths are meeting here, honey
none ever walked 'till the end
One runs long as an eternity
the other does just the same
They contradict each other
yet here they are face to face
at this stupid moment
making me feel so afraid
Suddenly I'm all alone
then a shepherd I saw,
he was fighting, kicking, struggling for his life with his face distorted
a snake hung off from his mouth and I shouted
Bite his head off! Bite his head off!
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12. |
Old and new lyrics
02:34
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Here I sit and wait
among old broken lyrics
and half written ones
no one will ever know
My time has come
to go down and start singing
among men, at least once more
Where are my friends
while I walk down this valley
Gone away from me
I guess it’s the best they could do
Be ashamed of me
I could be nothing but a liar
Perhaps I’ve deceived you
We consider every day lost
if we had no chance to dance
And we call false every truth
Which is not followed by a laugh
I shared with them
my creating and struggling
and with my heart I sang them
all my tunes
Give me one last time
of secret sacrifices
What else do we have to do?
Let the crows rule
in that rotten market
where all that glitters
is seen as it is good
We do know well
which are the greatest battles
The hopeless and misunderstood
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Many years have passed
my hair has turned white
Now I’m not concerned
about happiness and stuff like that
I see the world as the richest sea
Full of fish
and no one knows what else is hiding
Waiting for men to bite
my hidden hooks are high
Reeling and rising up
I want them to become who they are
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I hear the cry of a man
It comes from a black sea
But why should this cry
matter anything to me?
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Victim of my pity
I followed their distress
and offered them my home
though it’s an empty cave
Kings with no kingdom
and an wizard too
a voluntary beggar
an old priest without clues
The greatest murder
a conscientious man
and the walking shadow
who follows me in the dark
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Pain too is a pleasure
a midnight a noon
curses too they are blessings
a wise man a fool
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RED APPLE Madrid, Spain
Since 2006.
We play rock and roll as you remember it, like you have never heard it.
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