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Transatlantics

from Veritas by Jorm

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A song about unrealized ambition. Static in mind - mobile in motion. That about sums it up lyric-wise. Instrumentally it's a painstakingly put together piece featuring among other things a section which originally was about... shoes!

lyrics

The reason is a tower in the distance
Aligning with a sky of no resistance
The dreamer had a meeting with the science
Not to leave her bed, woe the ones who stand
Noone thanks the one who lets go

The writer drew a twig he couldn't bend
He threw his lover meanings to repent
The sequel of the morning cut his diet
Woe the dreamer's hand
Paper in the sand rinsed out to the endless ocean

The answers of the troubadours are deafening
They're laughing all the way throughout the ruining
Meanwhile a farmer doubled all his growing
Cosmopolitan, transatlantic son
Grounded for aiming up and forth

A wired frog is obliged to derail trains

He says "You're what you eat" - a vegetable, a fruit
Like all the lot, likely to rot
The furniture is cheap
You seem to like it dearly
Wooden germs, by night you learn about the terms
Better being first in here than second in Taipei
New morn in sight awash in light

We just want to submit some air upon the sea
Transmitting through the eastern moon
The fembots of the north are siegeing towers for the household needs, a soft defeat where warmth is heat
And with a mind that big to fit a crack that thick you'll see no light, commence the fight

It's lonely up there on top of the sphere
A dreamer can wake up when forced to sleep on hold
Eagle, you're dead now, go sulking in the corner
while noone tonight will tell you who you are

Dim aquarelle for a sharp line of the black lead
The wood you are after is certainly no pen
You should be careful for whom you act your smiling
For noone that knows me would tell me who I am

The writer forgot to outline the powers
The city craved a heathen for the towers
And suddenly the dream bridged the distance

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from Veritas, released October 1, 1978
Fredrik Andersson

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