^ Благодаря, че я чу отново и сподели какво мислиш. Май, май ще се придържаме към английският за сега. Няма конкрета концепция. Чудя се дали имената на песните да не бъдат само с номера, макар, че за концерт би звучало странно - "Ще ви изпълним песен номер шест"
Обложка все още няма, все ми се иска да е нещо стил ала
Бексински. Текстовете са странни и защото не мога да обясня в какво се изразява странността им, ще постна текста на тази песен (За текстовете трябва да благодаря на К. от Tod ist Weiss):
::Fallen art VI::
Sluggishly handsome he comes to my sleep,
to my inner corrosion
Seeking his twins in my twisted dreams
with inhumane devotion
He's but a scarecrow and he is my guide
a tortured song for the tortured souls
His feet scatter ashes, he smiles in demise
his hands are pushing the firebug gloves
Bull, bull, bull on the wall
why do you keep eating my dream?
Hen, hen, hen at the door
why do you keep stealing my sleep?
Bethroted and enchanted
lie the shadows he wants to allure
all his brothers of the corn field
all his sisters out in the pure
He's but a shell and I bring him his eyes
dancing around the pumpkin god
He's ready for harvest and I'm ready to die
the scythe is calling, calling my lot
Powerlines and silver lamps
thickened elbow, parting hands
Shiny river, full of eyes
and your scorn, and your scorn and your scorn
Howl, howl, howl little bird
my bones are ready to lay in the straw
Bark, bark, bark my black ox
I've never felt fire like this before
My casket of ember is filling his grasp
and the screeching shadows
Come his way, they all come at last
with their spears and arrows
He is a servant, his master is man
I spill all the bloody crumbs back
He's but a scarecrow and I am his prey
I am the crow whose life goes CLACK!
Много ми се свири на живо, надявам се до есента да сме успели да се сработим и да започнем да обикаляме страната