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Here you are
For a moment I thought you would never listen
But I live under hope's roof
This is for you
My museum of thoughts
An entity that lives independently of my flesh
And through this song
You're eternal
Enter here
Where you already are
And here we are
Infinite love
And the power of that love
Might heal
Through me
All things
Let the wind blow
Let the wind blow
Let the wind blow
Let the wind blow
Is there? Is there a deep well anywhere?
In the, in the heart of the earth, there's a hole
To hide our head in
The blackbirds will be
The only witnesses
To our dear, human innocence
They weep in silence
For they cannot enter where you abide
Is there? Is there a hidden cave anywhere?
In the, in the eye of the forest, there's a house
To shed our tears in
The old wind will be
Our knowing father
For if you ask him anything
He always whistles back
Oh, Aeolus
Thou Almighty King of the isle with the copper walls
Take this divine being to his faraway home
There his soul will bloom with gentle cyclamens
There they will spread their scent
Bathed in light
White children of Sun
And let me wither away
Give all life to him
Let him live for two
And the land will sing
Will sing
The land will sing
Will sing
The land will sing
Father Wind
Please, guide him
Father Wind
Please, guide him
Let the old wind guide you
Let the old wind guide you
Let the old wind guide you
Let the old wind guide you home
Let the old wind guide you home
Let the old wind guide you home
Let the old wind guide you home
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Apollo's Sun
04:52
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I come from a far away land
The land of the golden sand
Isolated, and wild, and ancient
A letter that has never reached
Its recipient
There, summer is endless
Yeah, there, summer is endless
I come from the land of giants
Their fingers live up in the mountains
But every time I ask them how it feels
To breathe above the clouds they say
"You people always crave for things that you cannot have"
But at least summer is endless
Yeah, here summer will never end
Here summer will never end
Yeah, here summer is endless
Well, I heard that you are Apollo's Sun
Plowing the fields with your guitar
Playing your heart out, giving
Like father had taught you
I wish I could sing with you a bar
Or two, or three, or five
But here summer is endless
Yeah, here the damn thing never ends
Here the damn thing never ends
Here summer is endless
It never ends
Never ends
It never ends
Never ends
Never ends
Never ends
(Never ends)
(Never ends)
(Never ends)
(Never ends)
Oh it never ends
It never ends
Never ends
Never ends
I think it is about time
The sun played with the giants' heads instead
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3. |
Jester's Lullaby
06:11
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And there I stood
Watching, like a fool
Waving goodbye
To the wind
As it pulled you away
(Poor thing)
Which mask am I going to wear today?
My dear master once had stated
"All the world's a stage"
And we are the actors
So I've consciously decided to become the jester
Pleasing the King and the Queen
This way nobody can see
The river flowing from behind that face
Of a fool
The painted face
Of a fool
They won't get to taste a single, salty drop
Of my real molecules
But, hey... It's okay
I am glad I can hide behind this silly attitude
I'm even friends with the fish
I am friends with the fish
That flow from my cheeks
Flow from my cheeks
The narrow creeks
Flow from my cheeks
My rocky cliffs
Flow from my cheeks
My rocky cliffs
Flow from my cheeks
The narrow creeks
There will be no more jokes
For the guests tonight
To peaceful slumber, I wish to surrender
And dance in my realm
Where I can be free
My eyes, I close
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4. |
Letters Home
06:51
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I scarcely remember the glorious City
Woven on the sand
Crimson houses, wild caves
Shadows sneakily passing by
I remember the trees
Rooted high up in the endless mountains
Elders, children, like alien creatures
Were dancing on the hillside
They were dancing on the hillside
Star-studded sky, take me home
To the flaming, the bloody, red mountains
Star-studded sky, take me home
To the flaming, the bloody, red mountains
Star-studded sky, take me home
To the flaming, the bloody, red mountains
Star-studded sky, take me home
To the flaming, the bloody, red mountains
Oh, sacred earth
Does it rain there?
Or did you dry out with time?
Oh, dark cloud
Do you see that big rock,
You used to wash without end?
Oh, sacred earth
Does it rain there?
Or did you dry out with time?
We are the pieces of what we remember
We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us
As long as there's love and memory, there's no true loss
I want to run up the mountains
Leave red footprints
I want to run up the mountains
Leave red footprints
I want to run up the mountains
Leave red footprints
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5. |
Songbird
06:15
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My song
Bird
My song
Bird
My song
Bird
My song
Bird
My song
I had washed my hair twice
The flower soap, the colorful feathers
Zealously flooded into
My land of fantasies
My land of fantasies
My land of fantasies
A bird
So flamboyant
So sublime
Used to sing freely over my dome for hours
I had worn a blossoming dress
The orange sun, the farewell songs
Peacefully faded
In my land of fantasies
My land of fantasies
My land of fantasies
That songbird
And between the smoking mountains
Rested a familiar beak
And a pair of weary, chestnut eyes
Watching over me
I was not dreaming
There was my songbird
(I was not dreaming)
There was my songbird
(I was not dreaming)
There was my songbird
My only songbird
Come sing again
Until then
Farewell
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Nama Dama Nicosia, Cyprus
Nama Dama is an experimental amalgam of classical, folk, rock and soul.
The seeds were planted in 2019, when
she first began sharing her musical stories. Nama Dama’s main purpose is to create an artistic world that can bring literature, poetry, acting and music together. She named this world The World Above the Ceiling: A creative space that aims to enrich the senses and liberate the mind.
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