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Das Haar in der Suppe (106 bpm)

Das Haar in der Suppe,
es muss gefunden werden...., Such!

Die Stecknadel im Heuhaufen..., Such!
...muss gefunden werden!

Das Licht am Ende des Tunnels,
wer hat es bloß angelassen..., Such!




Das Haar in der Suppe

Halászkert

Egyszer volt, hol nem volt egy csoda hely
Tudom, hogy soha nem felejtem el
Forró a halászlé, friss a kenyér
Lézershow fényénél a lelkünk összeért

Elmegyünk, emlékezünk
Ma este mindnyájan ott leszünk

Chopin-t te is szeretted, bevallhatod
Pedig hát nem is a te stilusod
Szerelem várt ott rád, s még mennyi más
Kalandról suttognak a ligeti fák

A video disco egy remek dolog
Ha beüt a VBK, te is tudod
Se kép, se hang nincs már, csak lebegés
Hajnalig boldogan mulat a nép

Halászkert

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Lyrics:
All the way in the past
I failed to raise the phantasm appetite
For the sweet spark specks
left on the pink of the leopard's gums
Here's a name, belongs on a desk
Here's eyes, belong on reruns

I was promised cold laughs and lunch
Victuals preserving the sour strengthening old
Bones found in the concrete, Human? Animal? Dog?
The knowledge for soul soothing succor
Writing messages in the sand dunes for my successor

Lives are made of asking names
Repair the speaking part of me
The jutting gun mount not reeking of gun soil
or anything

Cold highway
Anticipate the vanity
All human efforts have awaiting
Line patterns in the dark, following

Disastrous apparel
Breath through stitching, high nested squirrel
Patient and perceiving
The world's weight on the back of a turtle
I will screen daylight upon awaking
Camera obscura tells the story
that starts me shaking

Devouring roots, tree bark, grass of the plain
Sicken and die rather than surrender to disdain
Conjure the future through an obsidian mirror
See role dwindling down to the secular
Breastbone bears an inscription
indecipherable to the scholars

This fish's flesh will no longer do
No more nights spent in the canoe
Sunlight glints off seiche and capillary
Remission of the correspondent missionary
Grey feels the need to part
inadvertently revealing an ocean of schemes
What foul dust floated in the wake 
of his dreams?
May 28, 2025


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