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Quick, the engines are turning,
cabin lights are burning,
now there's no returning....
We'll have love a mile above...
Imperial Zeppelin, Imperial
Zeppelin, Imperial Zeppelin!
We, the undersigned, being
of sound mind,
hereby do declare:
'We henceforth pledge ourselves
unto the power
of the Upper Air.'
Doesn't that sound simply
super,
Zeppelin visions of the
future?
Of course we all know very
well
it wouldn't work, but what
the hell -
every dice deserves a throw,
and when we get back home
below
we can say we had a go!
Overboard we are throwing
seeds of love we are sowing,
hope to God they're growing....
Flying high across the sky:
Imperial Zeppelin!
We will try to do some good,
I don't know why we really
should,
I only wish that we could!
Down below they'll see and
know all about
Imperial Zeppelin, Imperial
Zeppelin, Imperial Zeppelin!
Flame sucks at air now and
its breath comes short
as it wavers to half its
size;
vacuum closes in and it
attacks the soul.
Now the force omnipotent
itself is destroyed
and for lack of itself it
wanes away....
How long will you be gone?
So does my mind fly as I
fight my thought -
and I lose, for I cannot
find:
sent my eyes long miles,
they do not know home!
For the life I was part
of breathes its last
and not only life, but hope
has gone away....
How long will you be gone?
How long will you be gone?
We walked around and talked
a while;
In your smile I found that
I
was happy.
I want to tell you;
it seems a thing to do;
I want to show I truly care.
Now at every time we meet
we walk the streets, I'm
with you and I
feel happy.
Just thought I'd tell you.
It seems a thing to do,
I want to prove I truly
care.
But how long will all this
last?
Time goes fast, It doesn't
matter,
with you, I'm happy.
Time goes fast, It doesn't
matter, with you
I'm happy.
Out here, life is at its
essence,
and watches the world with
innocent eyes;
far from grime, far from
rushing people
it seems that I have found
a tiny peace.
On the blue backdrop of the
unknown
water droplets trace their
paths;
on the sky, mortals hang
on metal -
but who is to know how long
either will last?
The lovely white clouds glide
across the sky and into
my dreams...
I feel as though I had died
some time ago:
now I'll wander with the
clouds through eternal space.
I don't know where you end,
and where it is that I begin.
You simply open my mind,
and the memories flood on in.
I remember waking up, with
you arms around me;
I remember losing myself
and finding that you'd found
me,
as the seasons roll on,
and my love stays strong.
Be my child, be my lover,
swallow me up in your fire-glow.
Take my tongue, take my
torment, take my hand and don't let go.
Let me live in your life,
for you make it all seem
to matter;
Let me die in your arms,
so the vision may never
shatter...
The seasons roll on;
my love stays strong.
Sometimes, when skies are
cloud-grey, and trouble's hanging
heavy on your mind, I advise
you: curl up, slide away and
dream your life out, as
I am.
Re-awakening isn't easy
when you're tired.
Don't push me: I was taught
self-expression
when I was a child, and
so I see
the best way to be's asleep.
Re-awakening isn't easy when you're tired.
Good morning, sunshine!
You're all around my head,
Good morning, sunshine!
I'm ready to be led.
Good morning, sunshine!
You know how sad it makes
me to see you unhappy
so smile, spread sunshine
all around....
How sweet it would be to
be chained by your side;
how sweet if you would strip
my worried mind.
Your blonde/brown hair hangs
down on you,
how I wish that it hung
on me,
there's something in your
allure, that makes me know I'll
never again be free.
I'd like to run on the clouds
of my liberty,
but for you I'd get hooked
and float six inches mud-free.
The sight of your smile
just makes me want to jump and clap;
the fact that you may be
owed to someone else can't
entirely tight your trap.
Crowding round me: images
of broken thought,
lines of my life now overgrown.
All I can feel is I'm so
alone,
without even your bright
eyes to reach into my mind
and say that in my life
I've done right,
and I'm like a moonchild
in the sunlight.
So cast your thoughts upon
me, wherever you are,
that I may feel you close
beside me
and hold your hand, for
you to guide me
through all these catacombs
which freeze me
with their touch;
unknowing, knowing so much,
my mind cries out
and I'm like a child when
the light's out
With a child's fear of the dark....
You're walking in sunshine
by the sea with gulls crying overhead;
but now the skies are cloudy,
and the love you had is dead.
And the water recedes from
the farthest dunes -
Someone who you loved is
leaving you.
You remember the happiness
you had
as you laughed along in
the sun
but now your eyes are coming
dull,
there's a numbness on your
tongue....
You look out at the water
which is calling you
over the wind,
then you throw aside your
handbag and slowly
walk right in.
And tomorrow you'll be in
yesterday's news:
someone who you loved has
left you.
Aslak of Langadale, Einar
Thorgeirsson,
Olaf the White and Sigurd
the Powerful...
Looking for constellations
above the horizon,
West wind cutting sharper
than our blades;
smiling forever into an
endless sunrise,
we're flying on the waves.
Thorfin Karlsefny, Aud the
Deep-Minded,
Snorri Thorbrandsson, Thorstein
the Black....
Out of dark Vinland, with
grey waves racing before us -
We want no rest.
Back to the homeland, Iceland,
sleeping in winter -
back from the West.
Five years we roam;
now we're going home.
Two days ago, a girl I truly
thought I loved
suddenly didn't seem to
matter at all.
Should I sing sad farewell
to things
I'm really glad I've left
behind?
The birds don't know which
way to sing and, my friends,
neither do I.
In another day, heavy snow
will lie upon the ground,
and buds prematurely bloomed
shall fail;
And every creature living
now, then will
surely die...
The birds don't know which
way to sing and, my friends,
neither do I.
The birds don't know if
it's time yet to fly,
and they don't know which
way to go and, my friend,
neither do I. Neither do
I. Neither do I. Neither do I.
I once wrote a poem while
walking on gravestones,
as cobbles, rain and tears
lashed down my face....
I then felt my whole world
was fading
as memories jostled and
fell into place.
And now I feel like dying,
and the pain of old fires
still burns.
I never wrote poems when
I bit my knuckles
and Death started slipping
into my mouth...
but that was really a long
time ago,
and I'm not writing poems
now.
And though I don't feel
quite like dying,
there is something deep
inside me
softly crying.
And though I don't feel quite
like dying
there is something deep
inside me softly....
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