THE TELESCOPE
Boiled as an owl, one night, south of FranceI took Margaux and Monolux in hand
Up to the roof… just for to have a glance
Fell off on my head, now, and ever since
I can see my home, telescope.
An acute sight of the vast distance
From where we blasted out into small fragments
On our own with no lasting consequence
Floating deep, now, in the great expanse
I can see my home, telescope.
If you feel alone and you have a sense that
you’re out of focus, just redirect your lens.
You will see your home, telescope.
DON'T KEEP IT CLOSE TO YOUR HEART
Peck peck, sweet bird, it’s time to riseHark! The warm tones reaching from the golden Western skies
They draw you in because the sound is soothing
Quiet passing signals, I wonder what they’re doing
now, until then, when all the bees find their beds
Don’t keep it close to your heart
Don’t keep it close to your heart
If you want to make them holy gates wait
Then, oooh, you mustn’t break it
Don’t keep it close to your heart
We pass the towers, headed back from the country
Gazing out the windows, hammering and banging away
Bells clamor and the windmills are spinning
Do you feel it calling? Yes it’s only the beginning
You say, it’s like waves of bent arrows passing through you
Don’t keep it close to your heart
Don’t keep it close to your heart
If you want to make them holy gates wait
Then, oooh, you mustn’t break it
Don’t keep it close to your heart x2
It was easy living in an ancient year
The city was so quiet; voices so calm and clear
If we keep this up I’ll think we’ll all be crazy
Hives empty
Impressions getting hazy and smeared
Oooh dear, watching the frost of your breath in the air
Don’t keep it close to your heart
Don’t keep it close to your heart
If you want to make them holy gates wait
Then, oooh, you mustn’t break it
Don’t keep it close to your heart x2
