ALL THE HEARTS SYMMETRIC • LYRICS
All texts by Konstantin Todorov except where stated otherwise.
you got me hooked upon that song
five years and five lives long
you were wrong and i was wrong
this ship ain’t coming home
and I had no shadow
to cast on this dream
to bury its glow
the traits of its face
were traced by a child’s hand
it was born from their story
but travelled with me
we came to this shore
we sat in a silent awe
and the river drowned the sun
and the trees wept through the night
there was hope but now there’s none
and they cried their shadows dry
—
see them play those ancient children
chalk bones and altered counterparts
from the bedroom to the kitchen
with their grandmothers hearts
but then we shake up and the dream sinks
between the narrow cracks
of the house where we leave beating
our grandmothers hearts
in my sleep i held you tight
this day has been so long
your heart was getting tired
i dreamt i walked you home
/ Co-written with Anne-Lise Le Pellec now come on my eyes play with the weather until the sun dies you walk towards full moons of half goodbyes you walk with your sleep in your shadow your heart from mine untied tears on my wandering feet cheers to the kingdom’s defeat it took more than one spring haunted nights to make you come it took some empathetic eyes so I go and sing the body electric and I grope the hooks of all the hearts to mine symmetric tears on my wandering feet cheers to the kingdom’s defeat you’re eager to track my restless feet you set clockworks in tune with my heartbeat we’re bending the bow we’re burning the vineyard and I was born in a war while you were born with a wind heart tears on my wandering feet cheers to the kingdom’s defeat and it’s just a game to us caught in a timeless roll just a game to us just a death foretold
as the night gets helplessly full of your anguish
my arms try to cover your most fragile spots
and as the atoms or cells that make up the day
return to the shades
preparing to reassemble again
tomorrow
at the pond of our backyard tonight came a raven
he has flown without rest twelve months day and night
and his heart is a tiny little ball full of thunders
and his eye is a lightning that’s ready to strike
and he won’t sleep tonight
no he won’t sleep tomorrow
electric waves
running up our veins
our minds unknowingly follow down their flow
electric waves
running up our veins
but the bodies know all
about the storm
and it’s all between you and your heartbeat tonight
my arms try to cover your most fragile spots
and as the atoms or cells of the day reassemble
my arms lose their purpose for you and for us
they’re useless tonight
and useless tomorrow
this book is a body that has many souls they roam round the earth in physics and matter this book is a body that grows many roads like tree crowns or roots whichever way matters to you all roads start from you there’s thousands of them to find their beginnings you need to first find the one leading to you what’s the essence of these rails of these landscapes seen from trains of the eyes that roll upon them as the tracks carve their black trace aging longing hard and heavy do we know where it beginnings ever longing hard and weary did we find out where it leads when you came I had been silent for five winters maybe more when you came my door was covered by five feet of pure white snow our atoms breathe in ancient rhythm and their breaths fill up the room and the sunlight hanging with them carve my name on the skin of the rain
take the road up to the hills at dawn and get your mind on track and rise up to your goal the courage of the day will fill your veins until you will know it was yours the heart astray walk your sorrow - your own flesh and blood - up to the hills at dawn and tame your angry god don’t be tempted by a random goat don’t think of Sarah’s gloomy heart you left back home don’t take like a candle a stranger’s light let your own light become your own light hollow children of wind and hope you let them all dance now let them all grow all tired loves spell s.o.s. seen from the hills a hungry cry for a storm that wipes away and kills and many fought that storm before and many lost and many saw the light but few became a light or storm don’t take like a candle a stranger’s light let your own light become your own light hollow children of wind and hope you let them all dance now let them all grow like a candle a stranger’s light let your own light become your own light greedy creatures with homeless hearts let your own house become their own house.
our promised land was just a mirror how long we pretended we hear the call of the bell your heart my friend was just a mirror how long we pretend we carry water from a drying well but here we’re tracing our marks in ancient dance we gather sparks and we glide away we’ve played our parts for thousand years our stolen hearts your blackmail tears now this is how you commence a war and now our land is dry our towns in debt we’ve turned both sides your promise wasn’t kept now let us show you how you commence a war our house my love was just a mirror how long we pretendеd at spring to paint it up and dust it off our spring my dear was just a mirror how long we pretended we see the birds coming home
i wanna weigh with my true weight on the trace that i leave got me changing steps and dances sweeping debts and traces away got me blind to colours got me burning precious hours of faith — i’ve been so empty-traced i’ve been so windy-faced and wiped up the mirror hides a scared face who’ll wipe up it’s cowardice and shame? you cannot be replaced for you place is where you stand
sea of night, sea of doubt as the waves say farewell to our hearts row on hungry boys with eyelids of tar little storm, little white storm will grow wild if we dare to pass out giving bodies to our ghosts and a voice to the sirens well come on let’s get through it all keep us up our fate in whose hand lead us to a harbour and lead us to the end let us see the lighthouse from our restless dream closer to the light keep us up all through the night are we there, did the chain glide under the dark water skin? did the metal on sand mark the end of our trouble? haligo haligo lee in our heads circles deadly white hymn as the boat swings in dream we’re sinking in slumber well come on let’s get to the core wake us up our fate in whose hand this is not a harbour and this is not the end it’s just a vision of a lighthouse in our delirious dream that gets us further from our aim wake us up wake us up again
from the plain of ancient drought
quiet raindrops lead us out
we are so anxious to perform
our spooky actions at a distance
the night will breed a giant storm
right form the core of its existence
we spot a cloud lit by the moon
shaped like a hawk that scans the landscapes
we’re grateful for this sign come soon
the fields are eager to get tangled
and we are standing at the door
and we are first and last and none
how much of this land knows our trace
we thank the moon for her persistance
she trades her light for our dance
our spooky actions at a distance
how much of this song knows our voice
as we bend up the sound’s resistance
and some of that was our choice
that shaped the core of our existence
and we are standing at the door
and we are first and none and all
and the silence that we sow
is the distance that we reap
/ lyrics by Sarah Morris fledgling spring days a world remade we converged like streams from distant ways flowing down so tranquilly every flower blossoming in turn under a full moon we started to feel our way off the beaten track now don't you look back there's a lightness to this water there's a brightness to this night and on the morning breeze there's your whisper as myths and dreams they try to fall in time. days-a-drawing words-a-wanting wires wound shadows come our way take me in the dead of night to the places you've been to hide under a half moon we parted to feel our way back onto dry land now no looking back there's a lightness to this water there's a brightness to this night and on the morning breeze there's your whisper as myths and dreams they try there's your whisper as myths and dreams they try to fall in time.
through the night clouds
sails your amen
moon and bird in its light
let your sailors’
quiet choir
row its way through the night
cast your shadow
long and steady
give your heart a clear sign
is that a lighthouse
or a pipe dream
avoid inquiries of this kind
it’s already in you
spanning through evenly pulsing in waves of desire
it’s already in you made of flesh, made of wire
you’re just a wave of
desire
port of morrow or
port of phantoms
moon and bird over you
through the night clouds
roam their anthems
steadily making their way to you
it’s already in you
spanning through evenly
made of flesh, made of wire
you’re just a wave of
desire
/ based on the poem « The Hollow Men » by T.S. Eliot
the eyes are not here, there are no eyes here in this valley of dying stars in this hollow valley
in this last of meeting places
we grope together
and avoid speech
gathered at this beach
of tumid river
eyes I dare not meet in dreams these do not appear in this valley of dying stars in this hollow valley
let me be no nearer the eyes reappear a tree is swinging and voices are singing this hollow valley