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The Other Side

by Loïs Le Van

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1.
Ivy Said 04:21
Ivy said the sun will shine, If we smile like pantomimes, ev'ry story will be mine, Ivy said that all is fine. The more that Ivy talks the more I feel at ease, But Ivy never took the time to look at me. Ivy said to be naive, Many things we shall achieve, If we're willing to receive, Ivy please, look at me. The more that Ivy laughs the more I feel at peace, But Ivy never took the chance to hear my plea. Ivy said that all is love, Hearts can fly the skies above, Ivy said that I'm the key, Ivy won't you set me free.
2.
Fish swimming up the stream always seem to hurry up time isn't always by their side. I'm walking by the river's shore with a rope I'm looking for branches and wood. Fish swimming up the stream, always navigate at night, searching deep in the dark, for light. I'm tying up the sticks to make me a raft, rowing alone on my throne. I can see a new man's figure, distorted by ripples in the water, upstream. Fish swimming up the stream, seem to seek calm wa-a-ters, Climbing to where it's safe and sound. I'm ploughing through the fields, Of mud filled with stones, using an oar made of my bones. Fish swimming up the stream, always seem to die-ie young, but they don't even look bothered. Will there be days for me to see other shores, It doesn't matter anymore. I can see a new man's figure, distorted by ripples in the water, upstream.
3.
One day I'll have a - son and he will be the unknown soldier, that's what the elder said, he'll be forgotten, by the - time he'll be in his thirties. He will be strong and he will belong to all of the people who suffered a loss. Please don't take my son, I'm not ready yet, I don't want to forget. I never raised him to live in martyrdom. One day I'll have a - son and he will be my hero." One day I had a - son and he - was my hero, and ev'rybody knew his name, he was a loved one, by the - e time he was in his twenties. He was so frail, but he didn't care of the admiration locked in people's stare. Give me back my son, don't send him yonder, he is not a martyr. I will - raise him to be a quiet child. One day I'll have a -a son and he is now forgotten.
4.
Children of the night, wake up at moonrise, wandering among motherless dogs with bloodshot eyes, scared yet fascinated at skies, lighting up the dark side of the moon. Children of the night, they know how to fight, leaving all their fears behind, in the dark you will find. Children of the night, they know wrong from right, living with peace of mind, in the dark you will find. Children of the night, dreaming makes them strong, with their little fingers they pick up stones and batons, beating down the pain 'till it's gone high Spirited and laughing at dawn.
5.
Do you know where's the other side of the stream? all I need is another sign that streams can be free. Do you know where's the other side of that beam? all I need is another sign that beams, they can heal. I've seen it all before, but I am never sure. Do you know where's the other side of this dream? all I need is another sign that dreams can be real.
6.
Numbers 04:04
Adding a number with other numbers, Two timing hazards, double standards, Competing units, connecting two bits, Stocking up figures, counting fingers, Completing the counts, listing amounts, Yet there's no race that can keep up with your pace. Thunders of numbers, can't stop this hunger, under the pressure, filing, tracking, numerous gathers countlessly stacking endless piles for miles, complex maze for days, unnumerable answers, drastic measures, still there's no chase that can replace your graceful face.
7.
Home 05:04
Home is for the young, who seek the ever after, dreaming that someday, they'll find a cure. Home is for the old, whose hopes are in their laughter, waiting for an answer, to occur. Home for them are bricks and walls made out of sticks, down under a roof top, they'll be alone. (But) I look for a smile, in people's eyes, guided by my heartbeat, I'll be at home. ............................................. Home is for the child, who sleeps under a blanket, silently dreaming of new secrets. Home is for the wise, who bravely hunt the moonrise, fearless as a goodbye, geared to fly. Home for them's a door, with locks to reassure, they break all the bound'ries, for life to own. (But) I look for a smile, in people's eyes, guided by my heart beat, I'll be at home."
8.
Venture 04:20
“Son,” Daedalus said, “be sure that your wings carry you steadily. Drift neither too low, nor high in the sky. Follow and stay with me. Don’t go near the sea: you’ll dampen your plumes. Close to the searing sun, wax weakens and feathers fall.” Hands trembling with fear, his face wet with tears, Daedalus kissed the boy. Hope for their escape lay only in flight: Minos watched land and sea. Birds fly, but can Man? With luck they would soar, Gaining their liberty. Such hubris the gods abhor. Soon father and son leapt into the air, gliding so naturally. Some watched from below, declaring them gods. Mortals they could not be. Young Icarus climbed, ascending great heights, Reaching such solar stings, fire melted his waxen wings. Fast plummeting down, the boy disappeared into his watery grave. “No!”, Daedalus cried, at seeing his craft bring on his son’s demise, Left wondering why he’d urged him to fly, Knowing his willful mind. Yet surely, our dreams will die, Wasted, if we never try. So, shouldn’t we dare to fly?
9.
Old And Wise 07:22
10.
Sleepless nights and quiet days, moons have gone away, something's wrong but something's right, living ev'ry day in fright, dreams are made for those who know, life is just a show. Countless hours counting sheep, never quite asleep, there's a mystery untold, far beyond all of the old, find a song you love to sing ('cause) dreams are made for living."
11.
Have you received my letter, did it make you feel better, knowing I'm running alone by the sun, am I wrong ? Free, I will always be, I don't believe in countries, my heart is stronger than a million armies, trust me. They say all roads lead to Rome, these pavements take me back home, knowing you're waiting alone contemplating, are we the unknown?

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released January 6, 2013

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