New Beard - The Unholy Mountain

Çok özel bir yeri var bende bir sebepten ötürü, her dinlediğimde saçma bir gülümseme yüzüme yerleşiyor yerli yersiz. Bir de cloirvoyant dediği yeri bir türlü anlamayınca gruba mail attım çok sevindiler türkiyeden bir hayranları var diye, sözlerini yolladılar. İnternette tek burada var sözleri, nihan gururla sunar :)



I guess you could say that I've been keeping it together.
But that hasn't been true for a long, long year.
By these city walls, I feel smaller, but also better.
But it's hard to reach that breakthrough,
when you're breaking-down every day.

I might never even get out of my bedroom,
a clairvoyant angel no one gets to see.
I'd graffiti'd all of this before behind the door I had opened in my dreams.
I had my fingers crossed and eyes closed,
no wheezing when I breathed.
A boy says to a blue-eyed man:
"Go then! There are other worlds than these!"

Can you tell? I'm emotionally out-dated!
These parts haven't operated in a long, long while,
but if I crack a smile, some awkwardness is alleviated.
(Though my mind hasn't deviated from erasing itself away)

I'd like to hike up The Unholy Mountain
and send a sign of smoke for all to see.
A gorgeous and possessive harbor will slowly release my broken heart to me,
I'll have my magic glasses on and see the forest for the trees.
A Shouldertap! And Yaz says:

"Go then! There are other worlds than these!"

And:

"What was that you said about some shweez?"

How in the world could I possibly regain my soul?
I'm clearly insane and so've only shit for brains.
What in the world could another human trust me with?
I'm a lazy hypocrite, no morals can be claimed.
Life flashes before my eyes, but I don't realize,
'cause nobody tends the store.
I'm afraid the light's grown dim, a vacuum rules within,
I'm crashing in the storm.
At least a glow worm wiggles in my still,
walking where my feet stood still,
dying to remain.
Erase to a glowing pair of scarlet eyes,
I'm to the tower's top and
I'm through the door again.

Hanging my head over, winter winds are whispering.
Softly rolling thunder, a lullaby for slumber.
Asleep while falling off of The Unholy Mountain,
I won't reach a bottom...

...this won't hurt, I promise.

Nowadays, nothing gets me down but the weather,
and the sky has been blue every day this year.
If I crack a smile, stay a while, things DO get better.
And if I need another breakthrough?
I'll go then... There are other worlds than these.