SPL Machine Head - Pop Instrumental Bus - Dry

Vi söker både frihet och tillhörighet. 
Någon gång och någonstans rör vi oss däremellan. 
Vad färdas vi i?
I ett rum som färdas, där människor färdas. 
Vi lockas mellan polerna. 
Frihet följer desperation. Desperation följer längtan. 
Vill du följa med?

Lyrics:


Doors closing, train moving
I'm in a traveling room
taking me up
to the next stop

seeking paths
underground
fading eyes
grinding sound

this is where I move
move through the night
magnetic fields under my feet
In the rusty tracks of yesterday
the future is complete

Doors open, people moving
out of the traveling room
Taking them down
Down to town
 
across the platform 
is another time machine
heading for places
I've once been
Waving hello, good luck
Best wishes for things unseen

Doors closing, I’m moving
out of the traveling room
Taking me back
Along the track

a million faces
twice as many legs
up the rolling staircase
cross the metal fence
 
you are a star
I am just a planet
we will never align
for bodies in motion
like you and i	
time stands still as we go by

ArtWithHeart - Travelling Room

My freedom lullaby that escaped last night
turned my sleep to endless daydreams
did you hear a wish as the lights went down
did you see her smile
 
At the door with my guitar
a song from far away
was a freedom lullaby to let me stay

The best things are forbidden
I kept a lot of passion hidden
better late than never
stronger love than ever

At the door with my guitar
a song from far away
was a freedom lullaby to let me stay
 
and there was preserved in her 
a miracle of surprise
and his secret memory
kept the dream alive
 
he could not let go of her
his heart was the traveling room
and there was sleep, next to her
To the sound of a song that finally came home

ArtWithHeart - Freedom Lullaby

La première ébauche
un aperçu d'un grand esprit
est seulement un croquis 
un soupçon de ce qui est à venir

Pas de detective
peut trouver l’indice
caché sur la toile
parmi le bleu et les étoiles
 
une chaise j'achète à Paris
rester-moi cet soir
une verre froid de Chablis
pour ma petite copine la-bas
 
lisse est la toile
et rouge comme rubis
comme ses joues rougit
et quand elle entre
en fin dans la salle
ma peinture est finie!

I think a trip to the south 
would be fun
See the fireworks again
and the sun
and naked ladies
dancing in the park
will reignite my creative spark

no detective 
can find the clue
hidden on canvas
in ocean blue
 
A chair I bought in Paris
Will be my host tonight
A glass of cold chablis
Until my company arrives
 
Ruby red and smooth is the cloth
Like her blushy cheeks
and when she finally
enters the room
my painting is complete

ArtWithHeart - Crime On Canvas

The only thing flowing
is the picture of you
like lube in a big machine
I try to flush it down the sink
but in small drops
it lingers, still
 
always a trace
never a sight
never a sound
 
Then and now
I need you
to make things go smooth
and sometimes it lubes
my grinding head

but in excess
my wings are glued
the pipeline clogged
and I feel contaminated

always a trace
never a sight
never a sound
 
and that's what you are 
and what you do
to make me move
towards you
 
but not now
for I am liberty
yet stained by thousand memories
that someday will make me slip back to you
 
the oil
you are the oil

ArtWithHeart - The Oil

As the streets fall silent 
I turn the tv on
the lamp glows quiet 
just like the august moon
 
lights are dimmed by a flowing white scarf
a silent caress
the last breath of summer 
with autumn on the way
i hold on to the last 
minutes of the day

mirrored in my glass 
I see my tired eyes
aches of tomorrow's troubles 
as a fever on ice

She is tired and thirsty 
After days in the heat
She will travel far
To my open window
 
one color fades, another shines
then leave the trees alone
one journey ends, another begins
by then she will be gone
 
as the streets fall silent
I hear the town asleep 	
I'm longing for my summer 
and dreams of her to keep

ArtWithHeart - As The Streets Fall Silent

I heard a song in my head
with a melody of mute desires
and the sound makes me think
I've lost some pages on the way
 
my books silent
bricked up in shelves
like a wall of empty words
as a moth drawn to a light
I can sense a melody of night

in the beauty of stillness
I come to rest
like a goth
I find wonders in sorrow
and time to grief things that passed 
 
night, refuge of the lonely
who are left alone
with their memories
who are left awake in their miseries
 
there was madness in a whisper
there is darkness in the air
there is sadness in the rain
i can hear the drops
crying on my window frame
 
fever dreams twisting in my head
thrown around like pillows in a bed
the lives of the night 
might not last the day 
everything I loved
is a lifetime away

and now the night arrives, uninvited
to the slumber party
Making all our dreams to dance
slowly, like geishas

night, refuge of the lonely
who are left alone
with their memories
who are left awake
in their miseries
who are left to dream
of their tragedies
who are left to live
without remedies

ArtWithHeart - Melody of Night

Outside
Where my dreams are buried
Where my memories grow on frozen trees

Flowers that once were 
and seeds that never grew
Must sleep
Sleep

And let spring come
Wherever you wished
It happened

Inside
The pictures come alive
Spring is forever 
and the memories bloom

The flowers have arrived
And the memory of you
Is my traveling room

ArtWithHeart - Winter Garden

Afloat all the way to africa
sailing on a raft of sand
my oasis at the sea
 
A floating desert
no touch, no wind
one horizon, one color
no time, no weather
 
the plain sky
warm, dry
unstained
 
no voice
but from the waves
a silent hum
one motion free from gravity
 
on my way on the sea
to the heavens in front of me
 
and as the sun sets
my course along the milky way
levitates into the air
 
there is no land, just sand
 
adreaming
drifting
far

ArtWithHeart - Drift

4 Track Demo featuring Akai S-612 and Minimoog Model D.
I was trying to capture the sounds of a place I go to in my dreams

Harmonic

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