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The Age of Aquarium
05:51
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I lead a life of repetition,
See through walls and dreams preset
In vain I try to find a reason
It hurts for a while but then you forget
This game of force and imitation
Intimidation and brain blank
Can help you live a little longer
But who wants to live in a small fish tank
Wet is my skin, my heart and my soul
Tears disappear as I stroll in my bawl
Sometimes I feel like a suicidal goldfish
Swimming in a circle, the same ol’ circle every time
See, my memory’s short but I’m keeping a good file
It’s a small neighborhood and I move around and around and around
Same pictures, same smell and no sound
I’m tired of watching being watched
Unable to interact, hide or react
Chained forever in a daily routine
A slowly dying submarine
Time is running out! I got only one chance, I must make it count
There goes nothing!
I say
ONE,
TWO, THREE,
FOUR,
I’m OUT
I’ m down on the floor now, free at last
White tiles, and stark lies, I’m sinking fast
I swim in the dark now, I got no clue where I’m heading
I follow a light beam through the end of the night
It may be the answer to all of my questions
A tunnel leading to the other side
Or it may be a hole, a hole on the ice
Where an eskimo’s fishing, whispering lies over lies…
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2. |
The Breaking Girl
05:06
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On my porch I found her, shaking cold
I tried to warm her, with my breath and my coat
Beauty run on her face like a beaten dog
Her body it shivered leaning against my door
While a curtain of hair was hiding a tear or more
The ever breaking girl, full of cracks and bruises
Dangerous as lust, she's only fading fast
Fingers on her lips, soft and wet, cover little teeth
Sharp white teeth, pearls of grief
They slice my thoughts, hanging by her smile
Freezing time, for more than just a while
She's afraid of heights and empty spaces
Afraid of people, but not of me
Afraid of loneliness and losing her own traces
She wears only blue and blue, blue must be the key
Dripping from her chin a sad neglected scene
Of careless passers by, reaching through her eye
Stealing from her mind and leaving her behind
The ever breaking girl, full of fear and duties
Never walking on air, she's just standing there
I hold her in my arms and softly I hum
Words that mean nothing but can do no harm
And when she smiles, I know, I'll break her in the end
If we could just, just like this remain
Freezing time….
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I’ve always kept a distance from you, Lord
But now you keep on knocking on my door
You must be going crazy if you think
That I will roll a rock to hear you sing
Your angels are strumming through their harps
I hate their mellow hearts
My ears are bleeding LOVE!
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus don’t you call my name
I close my eyes and mumble till I sleep
Still I hear you crying, hear you weep
You got a way to talk me into things
Then disappear and leave me tied in strings
And there I dance, a puppet made of flesh
An innocent confess, oh man you’re such a prick!
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus don’t you call my name, Oh, stop!
You whisper of a mission I must take
And though I’m sure it’s all a big mistake
I’m reaching out, accept your humble crown
And touch the face that Judas kiss let down
The thorns they must have got inside my brain
For one more time I think I might say “Yes”
A substitute of you I cannot be
Your daddy beamed you up and set you free
You say that he would do the same for me
I don’t think that it’ s wise to wait and see
So, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus don’t you call my name
Don’t wanna go pole dancing on your cross
Like all those men who loved you at their loss
Your deep blue eyes they make me wanna scream
I pray to no one it’s all just a dream
But then how come I hear the banging of the nails
and feel the pain that hails another crucifix
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4. |
High
03:19
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Hey little girl check this out
If you know what I mean I can make you shout
I can wrap the night all around the moon
I can melt your heart in a spoon
Now, don’t you worry my pretty one
See how I’m riding on the back of a swan
His neck is long, his feathers white
Full of dust to make it all right
I can pick you up,
Turn you on,
Get you high,
And moan!
You’ ll need no crack, no cocaine
No heroine, no LSD,
No more of things that bind
There’s no drug like an open mind
Close your eyes of blue and green
Take a deep deep breath and hold it in
Till your lungs they burn and you wanna scream
Waking inside a dream
I’m little worried you might get confused
Or even feel you’re being used
Every story is just another lie
Invented to mess up your mind
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5. |
Doreen
05:20
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Here comes Doreen,
Opening way through a crowd
A killer on high heels,
with an ass so perfect, so round
A machine of revenge,
That the devil created one night
A bait on a hook,
Oh, I got no choice, no choice, I’ll bite
And I want her, I know I can’t have her
But baby I don’t care, baby I don’t care
I need her, I feel like falling
My heart is boiling, hot, hot, boiling
Here comes Doreen,
In her fine black lace
Full of holes I could fill
And caves to hide my disgrace
It may only be me,
But I think her smile is real
And that knife on my chest
It turns to make me feel
Now I hold her, I know I can’t keep her
But I’m moving deeper, so much deeper
She’s mine, at least for tonight
Tomorrow I won’t mind, no, I won’t mind
Her body is full of tattoos
Names and faces of lovers she’s used
A patchwork of stories gone wrong
Still just like ink butterflies
There to remind everybody
There to warn.
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6. |
The Clown
05:56
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I’ve been working in no circus, but it seems that somehow
I used to feed on smiles and sweet laughing sound
The clown is no longer around
My big shoes I have hung on nails of sober rust
My red nose in a drawer I locked and run out fast
The clown is no longer around
My jokes I kneel and bury in cemeteries at night
And for my clothes of colours sad beggars only fight
A grey suit now I’m wearing, a white shirt and a tie
I never smile at strangers, I make your children cry
The clown is no longer around
My neighbors they dislike me, they laugh behind my back
The say I’m a loser and wait until I crack
I’m sleeping in my closet, I get along with pills
To get away from nightmares, not even daylight kills
The clown is no longer around
My clownish past is fading, I feel normal, almost clean
Still looking for ways of removing the white paint from my skin
My face forever maked up, betrays a shameful past
Ridiculously showing and stained by thick blue dust
The clown is no longer around
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7. |
The Ways of Love
06:06
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A young man was preaching on a warm summer day, up on a hill by a tree
He paused for a moment, looked up in the sky and he knew what his future would be
He smiled at his people, they smiled back at him and he almost felt the heat
Of the sun on his back and the weight of the cross that he’d carry up on Calvary
Seth and his wife lived a hard life, five children and nothing to eat
Prayed to God for help from above in a hut at the side of the street
They used words like “mercy” and “love” till one day they were sent
They woke up to find in absolute fright that three of their young ones were dead
An old man whose name I cannot recall was begging down in a square
He cried out for money cursing the world, said it’s all so unfair
Till a security van full of dollars and dimes lost control and crashed on a wall
Right in the spot where he stood all day long and covered his corpse with gold
Please leave me alone
Just let me be
Free
I wanna live
You, you only deceit the weak and the meek
To play a game you only win
Oh, please mercy me and just crawl away back in the holy hole you’ve built
I can’t believe this the way you show your love,
Love!
Your fingers cold and firm
Like nails on my flesh
These are the ways of your love
Of your love
Of your love…
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Bog art is an eclectic and ever evolving quartet, experimenting openly in different directions, writing and recording their songs of love, hate and everything that is hidden between the lines.
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