Wormwood Paradise

by turahtan



A long time ago we have lost the paradise. Now we can only guess what these was the forbidden fruits. Any way we told good bye to immortality but had got the unrestricted but limited knowledge sometimes we really wouldn't need. The situation is somebody controls us from inside by dint of instincts and we still don't know who really. The Earth is placed in the center of the Universe and our moves are limited of its superficies and no way to escape. All the space, stars and galaxies are most probably just an illusion the insuperable barrier of infinity between us and our supervisor. On the planet people are controlled by gangs on certain territories, so called "states". Some of them just collecting taxes and allows citizens to exist other are enforcing to follow different stupid ideologies and oblige people to war...
So we are living between the sledgehammer and the incus. However the planet is only the paradise and we like it. All the known places underground and in the space are really worst as we can imagine...


released May 1, 2015


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Track Name: A Dream
I regret to tell you my Queen,
I regret to tell you my Queen...
I can not explain this sad dream,
I can not explain this sad dream...

Through coming night on the desert passage,
Vestiges and masquerade,
By serpentine and confetti rubbish
I've reached the feast too late.
Now there is in front of me
A smart and mottled crowd,
A small wrapped truck that I can see
And many people around.

Butchers in red hoods on the truck
Are playing with little dolls,
Toys of the doom and bad luck,
They are a boy and a girl.

Evil torturers are tossing up both
After they take them again,
The rabble is happy to see it because
They like any terrible game.
Orchestra music just cut as a knife,
On harmony with the same,
I understand now they are still alive
Enough for to be in pain.

Punishers delayed just a bit
Mistaking to drop down a doll
To fall on the ground to my feet.
I decide to bend to touch it.

Now I understand what is going on
And I feel I do grow down
Yes I'm turning up to a little doll
And my skin is wizen and brown.
What I feel on squirming in butcher's hand
Excluding vexation and pain?
I can see the sky and the dancing land
At the mercy of this mad day.

I regret to tell you my Queen,
I regret to tell you my Queen...
I can not explain this sad dream,
I can not explain this sad dream...
Track Name: The Paradise
That's a dream of the human kind
To get a shelter in the sky,
By the winter's snow and ice
For the sun of the paradise.
Don't mind of nonsense, yet,
With the troubles to forget,
Don't laugh and don't cry,
We are the children the sky.

On the deep space you can see
Silver ways of the Galaxy,
And the Earth moves on the spot,
And the sun as a small dot.
Just to be on the ever-fly,
No more or other sky
To be happy to be proud
At the sky of the solid ground.
Track Name: Barbarians
Sleeping Mother Europe,
Well-being comes to go.
What will be your future
Don't you want to know?
You feel well to carry us
And day by day,
Scary vile barbarians
Are far away.
Huge galactic distance
Billions of miles,
What is the first instance
On a blue fish eyes?
Crowds of reptiles
Start to move at once,
Out of the tiles,
Bloody teeth and guns.

Opera and movies,
Cars and shops and banks...
Promises of moving
For a higher rank...
Cigarettes and coffee,
Milk, a cap of tea,
Tables in the office,
Salaries and fee...

Parties and elections,
Fashions, Rock-n-roll,
Museums, collections,
Paints, canvas, and oil
Villages and cities,
Paris, London, Rome...
Gibraltar and Crete and
Sunrise lovely home...
Track Name: You know what I feel
You know what I feel!

Snakes are ready to bite and strangle,
Beings are running just to survive.
We do follow laws of the jungle,
What is cheaper than stranger's life?
And generations are passing here, here to come and go.

You know what I feel!

Evil senseless of educations,
Catches of insuperable infinity,
Competitions of warlike nations,
Expectations to come and see.
Good bye to sweet rock-n-roll on the thunder, thunder of trumpets blow.

You know what I feel!

Mystery of galactic zero,
Meat in war uniform to cut,
Agony of the brutal era,
Times are stuck by the soldiers' blood.
Are you controlling, controlling really this unacceptable world?

I know what you feel!
Track Name: Revelations of a Property Agent
Once the developer, who never die,
Has been presenting a plot in the sky
Excellent quarters, silver and gold,
All for today are reserved and are sold.
Happy investors right through the space
Look at the Earth as a terrible place.
So many people, but few of them
Will settle down Jerusalem.

We are still out, manage today
Selling a house that's far away.
This is unwilling for all of us,
Say, a small building on Venus or Mars.
I still can offer just by around
Two square meters but on the ground,
No expenses to advertise
You have to buy it for any price.

My heavy business, trade on the spot,
Since to develop, nothing I've got.
Sulfur and fire, something to be,
Dreams to retire are not for me.
Track Name: Bitter Fruits
I know astronomers non-stop
Are watching through the telescopes,
In deeply nothing they can see
Kaleidoscopes of Galaxy.
What they discovers no sense
In through the void on the lens
On perpetuity of space
When no meaning on its face.

With summer heat and winter ice
The Earth is not the paradise
On the bypassing to and fro,
Disasters, illnesses and wars.
There is a place for humankind
Below the clouds under the sky
And not so sweet in simple truth
The test of good and evil fruits.
Track Name: Out of the Light
Among faceless people,
Alone in the crowd,
Through hell of the city,
Below underground...
The rules of the blindness
Inside of the sky
Dishonest and lightless
On void gray eyes...

The cold stone floor,
The room without doors...
Out of the light, out of the light.
Always in the lens,
Hopes with no sense...
Out of the life, out of the life.

We are all the puppets
To play this dumb role
On holding of something
We can not control.
Tomorrow is coming
So ruthless and ill,
And running, and running
Non-stop on the wheel.

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