The Orchards
From the EP Berlin, released in 2006/384.
The lyrics don't carry much weight on just their words' account, as lyrics often don't, they then require some and accomodate most any and all 🙌 Hineininterpretierung. Or, I suppose, provoke.. Herausgefühltes? 🤷 Much like (much) poetry, an art form I never much cared for because of its bare aesthetics and apparent lack of meaning not compensated for, at all, by music, after all.
for another <aside>..
<..find' es großartig.. ⑊ du hast immer Haltung> In the blue dawns of summer We revoked silence and its claws On the day they swore ⑊ not to betray their men In the blue dawns of summer Black writing on wet walls Lets us float in a stupor of blood Bewegung entsteht durch Haltung So we are left to wander Through hollow ropes of sand We who came here for gold We who brought the sword Wine, milk and secret wars Into the orchards we slide A call to worship a blind king reborn Bewegung entsteht durch Haltung Through the streets and fields Crowded with lovers Again In tombs, in forests Again
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