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Sliver
04:09
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Sliver
Your sweetest words, your soft hands,
breath has stopped, heart beats stronger.
Coz now I see where you hide your lies,
coz now I know what was wrong.
Empty word smashed on tiles one more time.
Thwack, you raped me, chop you cut my hair.
Shackles dug into the wall I see,
see your breath, your weakness, your lies, they rumble me.
Is it me or she?
I don’t know what I’m looking for.
Morality, maybe some broken window,
some broken words.
Cross, wear it yourself, I hate cages, lies and walls.
Words, it’s only words, you should do something more, open every doors.
Your sweetest words, your soft hands,
breath has stopped, heart beats stronger.
Coz now I see where you hide your lies
Coz now I know what was wrong.
Life will go on.
Thoughts, let them free, let them into pure cold water.
Face, on the floor, hot blood, between black tiles, in veins.
Walls, walls, going tight and bright, they touch the fist.
Words, fight, brain, fight, live, win.
Empty word smashed on tiles one more time.
Thwack, you raped me, chop – you gave me life.
Demons are destroying you, your child.Life isn’t black and white.
Cold air, rigid arms and love.
“Listen and listen well
To the truth I have to tell.
Though your spirit may be blind
To the sense of what I say,
Print my words upon your mind
Before you go away.” (Neverending Story)
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Not Enough Time
04:43
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Not Enough Time
Not enough time
Not enough life
Not enough heart
Not enough time
All these things around you want to touch.
All these drops of rain you want to drink.
All these rays of sins, pleasures, dreams and plans, even pains you want to do right now.
All this love and hate, scream, are waiting to be made.
Don’t waste my time.
And run away with lies, hurry your fears, never my faith,
there’s only little path between million human beings.
Not enough time
for every dream you wrote.
Not enough heartfor every words you would say.
Lost in world, in words, translation.
Touch the mist without hands.
All these smiles and sparks, breaths and funny gaps, stories without end.
Hurry, because the time will never be mine,
fold it and throw away.
Take a sip from cupped hands.
Pick up dreams from hurting stones.
Not enough time
for every dream you wrote.
Not enough love
for each day you want to go through.
Not enough time
Not enough life
Not enough heart
Not enough love
“Once my song is ended,
What comes to others soon or late,
When their bodies pass away,
Will also be my fate.
My life will last the time of my song,
But that will not be long.” (Neverending Story)
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Spark
03:27
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Spark
Like a spark of day under water
every moment I breathe out day
some drops of (you).
Bitterness and anger
every day with a bitter laughter,
that’s hard for me to save
Now! You catch one brick from each day
to lower me into the bottom of the well
where white butterflies rot.
And you frown when I say “no”
does the same for every truth of the day.
I’m not the same person
I will take off true mask from the hood
when the rest of too large sunsets.
You tear off tendons, one by one,
you catch one brick from each too.
You catch one brick from each day
to lower me into the bottom of the well
where white butterflies roam.
Now, this is true me.
And you frown when I say “no”
does the same for every truth of the day.
“Removed from the unicorn’s horn, I lost my light...
But if he says my name a second time
from the end to the beginning,
I will glow in one moment
with the light of a hundred years.” (Neverending Story)
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Dive Again
04:37
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Dive Again
I know it’s spring
my heart possessed with ice and sun
holding their hands and fight
with each other, separately
they fight and brain evaporates
fast, faster and stronger.
Thoughts are churning
and I see the future behind you,
the peace and undisturbed water I dive in,
drown and suffocate the past
like a storm calming down.
And never again
Be patient, it’s like a subside storm
I’ll wash my face and wash your hands
they love to touch so much
The piece of my flesh so fragile
it becomes itself so much and knows
the repletion has gone.
And never again
Listen to you, dream of you, experience you
and never again.
Now, it’s spring and ice and sun
The heart will beat all the time
Wash, wash my face and wash your hand
Dive, in pleasure, in a better place.
“I am the Water of Life, Out of myself I grow.
The more you drink of me, The fuller I will flow.” (Neverending Story)
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Snatch of the Day
05:04
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Snatch of the Day
It’s been a long time
since humming cars disappeared;
reflecting echoes off the windows.
The sound of drop falling down on a nail suddenly stopped;
few inches underneath a rattle of cockroach’s legs.
Half-closed eyes,
the face blurred askew
trying to smile
while warmth nicely wraps around feet;
falls to the bottom so loyally, so heavenly.
There’s no single tear to be seen
the last warm moment
a short jump into the past.
Those couple of years
I don’t remember nice memories
I have never been.
Half-closed eyes,
the face blurred askew trying to smile
while warmth nicely wraps around feet;
falls to the bottom
so loyally, so heavenly.
It’s been a long time since a little fall was done;
cause I know what is shame and someday it will go
from silent eyes and subdued voice,
from my trembling hands and lonely choice.
„Better the huntsman
Should perish in the swamps,
For in the Dead Mountains
There is a deep, deep chasm,
Where dwelleth Ygramul the Many,
The horror of horrors.” (Neverending Story)
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The Trail
04:11
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THE Trai
lI wish I could smash the window
and pop out for the piece of wind,
rub myself with a breath of storm
I would scream with delight.
It’s time to hit the trail!
No one has written me a script to life.
No one has given me a heart to beat.
I’m roaming through the smells
of your clothes and her hands.
From the glass of wine to the morning sleep,
I bounce back from the bottom.
It’s time to hit the trail!
No one has written me a script to life.
No one has given me a heart to beat.
The script has never been played.
I left quietly, walked away.
Closed the door without a second thought.
And broke my mirror.
„You must leap into the Nothing.
But there’s no hurry. Because you’ll do it sooner or later in any case…
[…]Do you know what you and your kind called there?
No.
Lies!” (Neverending Story)
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Anorexia
03:33
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Anorexia
I wrap a hand around my mouth
catch them words and empty laugh.
Cut the skin on the finger without hurry
put on my sign (my only footprint).
Destroy yourself
I cast a spell for you to disappear.
Strong nails in my head
sick eyes on my breast
poisoned breath runs in my veins
I know you'll come quickly
Destroy yourself.
Destroy yourself
I cast a spell for you to disappear.
I’ll crave for your bony hand grab me again
and white light on the other side of the bridge
I'll crave for a frosty morning
its trembling in my bones
like a May bug on the window
its trembling in my bones.
“When you crave for my breath of life
to suck the death out of me again
and with my last feeling
I cast a spell on you to disappear.” (Trish)
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With Unnecessary Words
04:24
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With Unnecessary Words
I care about the truth
It’s a lie I’m silent
the voice not always heard.
And shatters a dream when you want to escape.
I care about the word
that breaks a window glass.
I stick my nose and leaf
quietly jumps on a windowsill
I can’t touch your thoughts, I can’t grab your voice.
I can’t see your shadow, I can’t taste your life.
I can’t touch your thoughts, I can’t grab your voice.
I can’t see your life, see your smile.
Hear when you’re passing me by.
I care about the strength,
I never said: I didn’t want to be.
Touched by a red scream,
affecting my mind.
I care about my picture
ill spin inside your head
few times, maybe three
before I evaporate.
I care about the truth, I’m silent.
I care about the word, be patient.
I care about the strength, I never…
I care about you, my lover.
Every single day, I’m stronger.
Every single day, I’m fighting.
Every single day, you should suffer.
Every single day, I’m stronger
“That is for you alone to decide.
I’ve told you what was in my heart.
So this is when our ways divide,
When you and I must part.” (Neverending Story)
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Tuff
04:05
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Tuff
Tuff, so tuff,
my soul like a stone
I turned into
because of you.
Can’t you still understand? I don’t love you at last.
Yes, I know, I don’t deserve love.
Don’t mix with me here and there
let me live and serve yourself, be the slave
of your desires of your dream, what?
you deserve to know it:
shit on my hands
words like cruelty dance
in my eyes, in my arms
I turned into steel now.
Can’t you still understand? I don’t love you at last.
Yes, I know, I don’t deserve love.
Serve yourself, take the spoon
and place it at the bottom of empty words.
Grab, search yourself, you deserve it
and no mixing here with me now.
Don’t mix with me here and there
let me live and serve yourself, be the slave
of your desires of your dream, what?
you deserve to know it:
shit on my hands
words like cruelty dance
in my eyes, in my arms
I turned into steel now.
Can’t you still understand? I don’t love you at last.
Yes, I know I don’t deserve love.
Your sick delusions die.
Your burning dreams scream loud.
Bastard in a woman’s body, am I?
You know everything, and I turned into,
into the steel, I cannot feel.
I know I don’t deserve love!
“Never has anyone seen me,
Never do I appear.
You will never see me,
And yet I am here.” (Neverending Story)
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921
03:52
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921
Wszystko się zmienia, sposób patrzenia,
obrazów kilka przez pęknięcia w szybach
inne uśmiechy, inne spojrzenia.
Rysy na sumieniu huczą rano we mgle
Błędy zapomniane między palcami lśnią
złote, wymarzone słońca splecione promyki
głodne, kolejnych dni, a w nich
Wspomnienie nowe niestandardowe dziś, przerwało mi
dotychczasowy brak sił.
Świta, a wspomnienia cichną, lustro zerka
chwila, unosisz, brwi, grymas, w dłoniach ściskasz
myśli, dziwnie martwe zdania, już nieważne
wszystko się zmienia
Gdzieś z tylu szelest, szrama na murze
ciekawsko zagląda promienny śmiech
i w oczach iskry, aż dwie, aż nadto
kto pomalowal niebo dziś?
Iskry w oczach dwie
wrócił miękki sen.
Pękła krucha stal;
wcale mi nie żal.
„They have forgotten how real we are,
They don’t belive in us anymore.
OH, if only one child of man would come,
Oh, then at last the thing would be done.”
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Sliver Poland
Hi, we are Sliver :) Welcome to our bandcamp profile. Who are we? A group of crazy people with musical
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Our music comes from disagreement with canons and rules prevailing in the ordinary world. It touches various aspects of life, including: truth, life energy, dual nature of man, freedom, love and emotions.
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