FAIRYTALE (Szász D. – Petrovszky T. – Szász O. – Finnegans Wake)
Part One – In medias res
Storyteller:
Well, someone says they really don’t exist at all
But the other one said: „She spoke to me”.
And he said: „She was a fairy.”
He said: „She was dancing under the dying moon,
She was waiting for the waking dawn, and from her eyes cold teardrops fell.”
She – he said – „she seemed so sad alone,
She was waiting for the goblins to make her smile,
But The Plastic King locked her dreams away
She waiting for the dawn
When the damn is breaking….”
Fairy:
Oh, the world outside…oh, it seems so cruel
And the sweet and ancient pages all turned to grey.
And who can find a trail? To open this land again…
Who should be my savior? Who I search for years and years and years…
I heard a tale about a Wanderer
The sad old wind whispered out his name
And they said, he travels with a „Sky Machine”.
So I’m calling upon him, and I hope my words will reach his ears….
Wanderer (also known under the name „Sandman”)
Tell me, who’s there? Who this sad whispers belong to?
Who’s there? Who shouted out my name?
Who’s there? Who’s faithless in her dreaming?
I have to find her now! And wash away her tears
Come on now!
Part 2.
Wanderer’s Arrival
If there was somebody, who wouldn’t know my name
I’m just sitting by this tree, and I just say
„Don’t see by the looking! Don’t judge by the word!”
Just be curious about me…(don’t be afraid)….
Wanderer’s Lament
„If there was somebody who wouldn’t know my name
Sitting by the tree I just say Dont see by the looking!
Don’t judge by the word just be curious about me and get to know me
Don’t be afraid hey hey hey hey…
From thought to thought – in black and white – I’m just sitting by this big tree
Surrounded by shadows of the night
Day to day – night to night – cross the Hills, and listen to it!
Understand the flood of life – the Fate of My Tree – and it would be this day….
My tree’s roots and crown will lay down on the ground – by the Hands Of Time
Over the fire, and the water, it carries in itself the Ray Of New Life
’Cos thats the way of things and Iron Teeth of Time are a Knife.
And if it doesn’t destroy, there’s no resurrection!
Over the halfnight, when nothing’s moving – The World united in a Tune.
In a Tune, what won’t wake up that Poor Immortals
But the forest came alive………just for tonight!
Storyteller:
From the roots and caves…
From the hills and graves…
It’s the meeting of these strange kind of beings
Here they dance and build up their dreams
And meanwhile the Wheel of Earth rides
They’re dancing together with the stars
Inside the old trees, through shadows and lights
On the pathways…..
Fairies and goblins are playing, dancing!
Wanderer: (for those who are faithless still…)
Tell me, who you wanna be?
You just have to follow me!
Tear out your disguise!
See with your own eyes!
Celestine prophecy!
Emotional ecstasy!
Be who you wanna be!
Would you come, and dance with me?
JUST A TRY TO TAKE A TRIP ON THE SKY (Szász D. - Szász O. - Kuszák G.)
I recall a picture from a childhood dreaming
And I think that you should understand
That I saw more clearly all the false behind the faces
I was a child now I’m only a man.
And I grew up and I’m afraid of tomorrow
And of the day my senses all have to die
But now they’re still asking: „Boy, what the hell are you doin’?”
Well, I just try to take a trip on the sky.
R:
It’s just a try to take a trip on the sky
But I’m sure, that you won’t get as high
As me, the greatest dreamer of you all
You’re still chasing me now –
But I watch you fall down…
You’ve got your wisdom and your power, your money
But take a look in yourself you hasn’t got anything at all
You’re just bullshitting around, but I don’t wanna hear your story
You’d better go back and play your role.
You’ve got a glamourous girl collection
You are a well situated millionaire
But I ask you how long it takes that you are happy
When your status will blown in the air?
(R)
It’s just a try to take a trip on the sky
But I’m sure, that you won’t get as high
As me, the greatest dreamer of you all
You’re still chasing me now –
But I watch you fall down…
ON MY WAY BACK HOME (Aracsi J. - Szász D. - Kuszák G.)
I feel anger – about this stranger crowd around me
On my way when I’m going back home to you.
You’re waiting for me with your illusions
I could say sweet-talking lies
But you’ll know that it ain’t true.
And you don’t wanna hear the bad things I’ll say
And you don’t wanna see that Hope is a title of a fairytale.
You say my point of view that everything’s incurable
Just the blackest humour can put a smile upon my face
And you believe everything what you read in the Sunday papers
And I’m sorry but I hasn’t got the faith in this silly modern race.
I know it’s not easy – to live with somebody like me
To listen to the crap what always hurts your ears.
But my Mommy’s poor, and where are you now Daddy?
I’m alone, all alone – in the darkroom of my fears.
(last verse repeat)
SHAKE YOUR SKELETON (Szász D. - Szász O. - Kuszák G. - FW.)
When the cold night bites all around
Freeze stabbing ice-knives into your flesh still warm
Two seconds till your last cigarette dies
And your pride is too great
Just to borrow one from someone else
Choir
There’s nowhere to go!
Once there was a place where someone waited
Where’s she now?
She’s having sex under the chrismas tree with someone else
But who cares?
(Angel):
Wake up boy, wake up boy there is Christmas time around you!
Listen to me, my advice is for free, you’d better leave your bottle to the snowman! (two times)
Shake your Skeleton, rattle with your bones, swing it to the old funk cool.
(and chill out on this jazzy tune)
Humanity learned to act how to love each other on this sacred day
But I’m sorry if I say that means nothing to me
Until the next day you spit on my face
And it’s painful to see how we are working for free till we’re waiting for salvation
And big-headed guys push their sweet-talking lies and they sign The God
To live and die for
Choir
There’s nowhere to go!
This is a sui-suicidal state now
AJÁNLOM AZ OLDALT
