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Shortcut
04:48
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From childhood days to moist graves we go.
Some even call it a long protracted jump.
Well, it is so, unless we fill it with some goals to go for,
unless we feel there should be something more.
And on your way, you'll need someone to lean on,
somebody close to you to embrace and smile.
You'll need a star to comfort you, someone to live for,
someone to whom you could give a wink before you die.
I used to think I sacrificed decades
of given time, and turned them into waste.
"Get rid of all the useless things", the wise men had told me once,
"wake up your dreams and use another chance".
The time has come for me to leave my footprints.
One, then another one, and more, and so on...
This world's to be explored, and in spite of all hints,
the shortcut to myself will not be shown.
Each one of us has a unique path to follow,
and we will walk upon it on our own.
Alone we cross the line and leave our bodies hollow,
yet, Inspiration's mode is also 'one-to-one'.
So, rise! The more we think of being mortal,
the more we have to value the time we've got to live.
Procrastinating for so long we almost lost our keys to happiness...
Chances seem to lose sight of the paths they had to take to find our
locked and bolted doors...
The road to yourself is yet unknown.
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When?
06:01
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I remember well the day when we met.
I had written down when you got your pet.
Nothing in this world can make me forget when you gave me your first kiss.
If I asked the family calendar:
"Please tell me when did we first ever talk about the weather?"
It will clearly show me year / month / day / location (maybe).
But it still keeps silent when I ask it "When did the crack run between us?"
When did I go wrong?
All is lost and gone...
At some point it started
(the irreversible had started)
filling in
(filling the calendar with dates)
all those dates,
(all those elusive dates)
and the date with the point
(with the point of no return)
will never be shown.
(it will never be shown)
I will never know the day
(you will never know the day)
when all of this started.
When?
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3. |
Pitfalls
08:50
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You're throwing stones into the water...
One, then one more, and more,
another one has disappeared under the rippled surface...
(1, 2, 5, 11, 23, 47, 95, 191, yet more to come)
You might have been thinking that this will form a bridge in front of you,
or lay a smooth path for your feet.
So you could walk upon it, to and fro, but no - it does not show.
The path's not to be seen, no - it will not show.
(383, 767, 1535, 3071, 6143...)
Then you decide to walk on water,
believing you are unblemished, a saint...
(well, clean for sure)
Somehow the water does not hold you,
and as you make your step and plunge into the water
you feel your foot's been pierced with pain,
that's one of all those stones you threw long time ago.
Now is the time for them to meet with you and pay you back.
Requital's done, but there's still lot of hidden pitfalls under water.
(those stones have formed a hidden reef for you to walk on them)
Tormented, you beg yourself to answer "Why is it so?" and "What for?"
But who could lift so complex reef?
Yeah, who could lift so complex reef?
Who will dare to lift so complex reef?
(6143, 3071, 1535, 767, 383, 191, 95, 47, 23, 11, 5, 2, 1)
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4. |
What You Are
08:07
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Why should sunlight brighten your room, or separate the night-time from the day?
Do you need to compel the Sun to learn how photosynthesis should work?
Would you blame it if you stepped into a hidden pitfall on your way?
Would you start explaining that you needed its light to take your pavement walk?
Funny but pointless. The Sun just does what it has to do.
Although it's not a bad idea to give a crackling wax another spin,
does it knock you down when I say you have one life and not much time?
Would you die if you're not reminded to alternate breathe-outs with breathe-ins?
Truth may sound plain, naive, or bitter... But how beautiful is the Lie!
You say "it's pointless"... Why don't you do what you were born to do?
Be what you are!
And you'll be happy when you do.
Like any colour in the rainbow after rain.
Years will be filled again with months,
and months - with weeks,
and weeks - with days,
and days - with hours!
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5. |
The Crack in the Ceiling
07:36
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A new detail has just appeared above your head within a flash.
A black tree has grown up on the soil of careless life at the command.
No blossom can be seen yet, but strong enough to split your life in parts.
The crack above your head responded to the tremors from below.
They came to rearrange some terms and definitions in your life.
If you survive they'll split your life and mark the parts "before" and "after";
if you don't they'll open up the skies.
You do not want to see clear blue sky appearing behind that crack.
The crack in the ceiling... You want it to remain where it is right now.
You cannot blame that crack for ruining the room design you chose so carefully.
You want it to remain where it is now, and to stay there endlessly.
You neither want to see blue sky by day, nor shining stars by night,
and bend your knees in front of icon-crack.
You summon up the spirits rejected so many moons before.
Would your new faith put your fears to shame and make shakes and tremors stop?
But all things are to end. Awakened by the ticking of the clock,
the king returns from sudden journey to his throne. The door is locked.
And when that endless movement ends, the memories remain,
they'll resonate each time you'll hear about the same thing happening elsewhere.
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Lake of Gusts
05:19
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Now they're up, the plates are at the top,
and it's dark outside my open window 'cause it's 10 o'clock.
Plants and toys make a roaring noise,
so my eyes are tryin' to stand in line towards the incoming voice.
I can say "a", can close my eyes and play,
show the way, draw a line, set a connection, send a file,
make you smile or get you in a stew,
carry glass, feel brass, but I hardly hear the news.
Try to look and you will see
Lake of Gusts inside of me.
Someone's floating - it's not me.
And my feeble hands are tied,
tied with spoken chains behind,
which I have just made but why...?
God bless you all sitting here! I'm happy when you're near me.
Behind we left all the fears which now are passed and lost in years...
Parts of the song are mixed completely wrong,
so I feel this one is not enough to satisfy for long.
I'll wake up one sunny day, I will stand and say my prayer
I will call my name and smile - everything then will be fine.
I'll check up these lyrics too, I'll reveal them all for you,
and I hope that you'll be there...
Just don't say "all was in vain"...
That will cause me awful pain
and will cover me with stains.
But Love shall win and make me live.
It's my time and I believe that
we are here to make us live.
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7. |
15 Minutes Will Do
04:32
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I was not well, I was really bad.
"What am I doing here?! Am I mad?!"
I've been waiting to see you for years,
to share a couple of words, at least,
but then some evil took over
and I was not really sure
that I'd be able to give you a smile
give you a smile in London,
that I'd be willing to hug
give you a hug in London,
that I'd be close enough
to say "hello!" in London...
The pain in my back made me feel like muck,
yummy pictures of food gave me a vomiting mood.
The music I loved for years madly
was hurting my ears badly.
So, I started to think
I'll not be there by night
and I'll be missing my chance
to give you a smile
give you a smile in London,
to shake your hand
shake your hand in London,
to ask you "how do you do?"
and "how is life in London?"
Something whispered in my ear:
"It's not time for panicking, dear!
Here is what I think you need to do:
share your feelings with a friend,
with one who can understand.
It won't take long - just 15 minutes will do."
And I gave you a smile
I gave you a smile in London,
And I gave you a hug
you a hug in London,
And I was close enough
I was close enough in London,
I said "hello!", I said "hello!" in London...
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8. |
One More
11:24
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These days I hardly can remember
a month without bad news to mark some loss.
I run a web-browser, unfold a newspaper
and I read anxiously, with my fingers crossed.
And when I spot a special subset
of words upon the white of paper
that reads "It is with deep regret..."
I know I'm left here with no chance for "later".
One more sad "Goodbye" to say, one more "R.I.P." today...
I grew up studying their books,
I've been brought up listening to their music,
the movie heroes taught me how to take life's hooks and then move forward...
Their time goes gradually out,
the Messengers of Light complete their missions.
I'll follow them one day, we'll meet again...
For now, we're left here in dismal repetition:
"One more sad "Goodbye" to say, one more..."
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Sometimes we wish to be there,
where they fly at the speed of light,
where there is no yesterday
and no people with watery eyes.
Then we build castles of clouds,
surrounding them with dreams,
unfurling flags up on the towers,
watching the bluebird winging.
There we can hardly hear a sigh
or feel that we have become older.
But still, there's a moment when we die.
Sometimes we cry when we're here,
where time flies at the speed of light.
Today becomes yesterday
in just the blink of an eye.
We break our backs and shoulders
carrying our days on,
sitting behind the borders,
closing our eyes and believing
that we are here with the mission to cry.
Year after year...
They go by while we get closer to the day when we die.
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Mikayel Abazyan Yerevan, Armenia
Born on July 9, 1971.
Self-trained playing piano, guitar and later - bass, which allowed me playing and making a few
recordings with various bands in Yerevan.
In 2014, joined a special project dedicated to the music of Peter Hammill and Van der Graaf Generator, which brought me back to studio work. Having released yet another successful solo tribute, started producing my own music.
And I like it!
... more
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