The holy city breathed
Like a dying man
It moved with hopeful tears
With the tears of the blind

And on and on as the night drew in
Through broken streets that sucked me in
My feet were bare and cut with stones
With walking to the promised land

I pushed through crowds
Through seas of prayer
Through twisting hands and choking air
A vulture at the wailing wall
I circled, waiting

And on and on as the night drew in
Through broken streets that sucked me in
My feet were bare and cut with stones
With walking to the promised land

Syphil - Wailing Wall

ashen carneval's scelethal orchestra 
hum the macabre clairvoyant. 
still, we were far from deserts
and far from reach
hidden in murmur 
of someone else's prayers.
 
bleed the secret
 
child of the moon we feed
with dried flowers.
these wreaths of yesterday
and our shadows on the shore.
just you try revealing the course.
temple bells still do chime.
it was night time 
and someone must have been religious
 
bleed the secret
 
ashen carneval in night time
and almost a revalation.
we could reach 
but rather whispered sanctuary.
 
bleed the secret

Syphil - Bleed The Secret

cities slowly dissolve 
red dust seems to follow us
to a stranger's land
where sun's rains meet the waking eye.
holy lands we reach
hushed in eternal pale
deflowering kristendom
 
dinosaurs and unicorns 
painted dolphins and fireflies
cardboard cakes and tear lakes
 
holy lands we reach 
to a promised ghetto
there, the nations mourn:
 
"we were never blind
it was a false light all the way
false light forever"
 
it was a false light all the way.
false light forever.

Syphil - Tar Lakes

"During those days men will seek death, but will not find it; they will 
long to die, but death will elude them." 

The endless mirrors multiplying endless orgasms. the redundant into shapeless. These orgies of surplus are seething. This lullaby is beyond redemption. And every morning carries a halo of NIHIL. And in shades we shall place our final trust.

Syphil - Love That Potion (all 3 parts)

her hands are dry and pale 
wrapped in purple gloves 
loveless and smelled like suicide 
so i found her severed smile 
by the sewer that night. 
i lost all money on drugs and hell awaits me. 
still blood keeps raining 
and i feel like i never knew her c.o.m.p.l.e.t.e.l.y. 
too late baby i guess 
for a butcher and a cat's tongue. 


Syphil - The Gemini Lounge

19/05/2012
Sofia, Bulgaria
1st live appearance of Lebdi (Serbia)
in collaboration With Mytrip (Bulgaria)

on Bandcamp: http://mytrip.bandcamp.com/album/ja-live

Lebdi & Mytrip LIVE at the Shambala Bar Sofia

06/09/2012 
Belgrade, Serbia
2nd live appearance of Lebdi (Serbia) 
in collaboration With E.U.E.R.P.I. (Bulgaria)
and Koneyn (Serbia) 

https://www.facebook.com/pages/EUERPI/371955916209323
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Koneyn/243020945742159
https://www.facebook.com/lebdilebdi


artwork: " To The Morning Star " by Lebdi
http://www.flickr.com/photos/lebdi/ 



lyrics:
tebe više ne poznajem
i sve što ti pokažem
..

sve ptičice zapjevale
samo jedna ne pjeva

pitale je drugarice
zašto zašto zašto zašto zašto ne pjeva .. ...

mene majka jednu ima


Lebdi + E.U.E.R.P.I. + Koneyn LIVE at the Klub Fest Belgrade

This is the first collaboration between Appalache (Julien Magot) and Lebdi (Sanja Ivkov).  
"Opomena" is Lebdi's favorite poem by Desanka Maksimović, a Serbian female poet. 
When translated to English, it would be named "Warning", saying:

Listen
I will tell you my secret
Don't you ever leave me alone
when somebody's playing (music)
Some eyes
totally ordinary
may seem deep and soft
to me (then).
And it may seem to me (then)
that I am diving into the sound
therefore I could give my arms
to anyone.

It may seem to me
nice and easy
to be loving shortly,
only for a day.
Or I could,
during that very moment,
tell anyone
my dearest magical secret -
how much I love you.

It could seem to me that
somewhere in a forest
all of my tears are running again
through wild, newborn fountains.
And a black butterfly will appear,
drawing on heavy water with his wing
that what somebody sometime 
must not tell me.


music by Julien Magot 
vocals by Sanja Ivkov
text by Desanka Maksimović
artwork by Julien Magot & Sanja Ivkov

http://appalache.bandcamp.com
http://facebook.com/appalache
http://lebdi.bandcamp.com
http://facebook.com/lebdilebdi
http://blwbck.com/
http://bookmakerrecords.com 

Lebdi & Appalache - Opomena

Dear Listener,

Please help me find the song this extract 
(imitated by me) 
is from :)
I think that it is a male vocalist originally
and that it is from the 90s

thanks~



(googling didn't help me)

Stay

Lebdi + Koneyn + Tearpalm LIVE in Dom Omladine Pančevo

Lebdi = is floating, hovering

hovering (levitation) is the process by which an object is suspended by a physical force 
against gravity, in a stable position without solid physical contact
floating (psychological phenomenon) means slipping into altered states
