(P. DeStijl / P. DeStijl – John Cleary)
Time zones leapt and borders crossed,
Optimistic pursuit of paradise lost.
To unearth a jewel from a ghostly past,
a phantom-flight through time elapsed.
Challenge the assumption, Serial immortality
Challenge the assumption, Live my life today, for me
To retain the fight and remain in light,
Ignite desire to stroke the fire,
Glass-eyed gaze through purple haze,
A phantom flight through time tonight.

In the loneliness of your soul, reaching for uncertain goals,
Refining the art in the solitude of our hearts.

The know-all looks from Kings and Queens,
From glib nostalgic genocide teams.
Superiority complex with race and creed,
It’s really not what the public needs.
Challenge the assumption, Serial immortality
Challenge the assumption, Live my life today, for me
Recapture the courage, the hopes, the dreams,
The choking emotion his eyes have seen,
His heart has felt the burden of class,
Imperialist atrocities of paradise past.

In the loneliness of your soul, reaching for uncertain goals,
Refining the art in the solitude of our hearts.

Generation to generation, hand-me-down ideals
Ready-made aspirations living on an even-keel.
Vanity, profanity, dig deeper into now.

In the loneliness of your soul, reaching for uncertain goals,
Refining the art in the solitude of our hearts.

(P. DeStijl / P. DeStijl – Agnete Thuland)
Heavy sounds throughout the air
How they spoil the atmosphere
Fading colours you can’t bear
Is the end near?
Bypass realities
Those things would never be
Just quit this endless way and breake this mourning
There’s something strange around
But if you really dare
You can crossover the peak
Resolve this strange affair

Fingerprints and DNA
Blood samples and shallow graves
Hidden clues you may never find
But the answer’s in your mind
Recollect the torn-up fragments
Then build-up the missing events
So come the truth around
And you’ll know what’s going on

Slipping ground under your feet
The night is turning green
Like in something you’ve just read,
Witnesses are mute or dead
Bypass realities
The truth is coming free
And drive you up nowhere
Those things are out of there
There’s something strange around
But if you really dare
You can crossover the peak
Resolve this strange affair

Fingerprints and DNA
Blood samples and shallow graves
Hidden clues you may never find
But the answer’s in your mind
Recollect the torn-up fragments
Then build-up the missing events
So come the truth around
And you’ll know what’s going on

(P. DeStijl)
There’s a concrete sky above us
And it’s ready to fall down
There’s a sea of doubt
That we’re crawling through

There’s a concrete sky above us
And it’s ready to fall down
And if the setting sun
Would never ever rise again ?

What a bitter taste inside your mouth
When you realise ignorance is bliss
And you can’t fix-up your broken dreams
And you can’t fix-up your broken dreams

There’s a concrete sky above us
And it’s ready to fall down
To fall and haunt our dreams
Then vanish in the morning tide

There’s a concrete sky above us
And it falls at night
But if the setting sun
Would never ever rise again ?

What a bitter taste inside your mouth
When you realise ignorance is bliss
And you can’t fix-up your broken dreams
And you can’t fix-up your broken dreams

(P. DeStijl / P. DeStijl – Agnete Thuland)
I’m unplaced, in a race
Like the point beyond continuation
Can’t follow the pace,
It’s like I’d lost the inspiration
Make believe, all is fine
There were always more more after after all
Put my heart, down the the line
Then you drifted me up, delayed reaction.

This night is black and seems so quiet
Sleeping deeply on my back
Animals run without a scream,
Haunting my mind and hunting my dreams
Bats, rats and spiders,
And many other creatures
They’re crawling-out from moistures
And drive me insane

I’m unplaced, in a race
Like the point beyond continuation
Well I’ll get out of the maze
Having belief, having determination
See the words on the wall
Written clearly nowhere at all
Soon enough, the big fall
I remain I once again

This night is black and seems so quiet
Sleeping deeply on my back
Animals run

(P. DeStijl / P. DeStijl – Agnete Thuland – Zegua)
C’est comme dans une fin de siècle
Quand il n’y a plus de règles
Comme dans un mauvais rêve
La vie, la raison s’achève

C’est comme une fin de siècle
Quand il n’y a plus de règles
Comme dans un mauvais rêve
La vie, la raison s’achève
Achevée, avant même d’avoir eut le temps
de vivre décemment
Décidément, c’est écoeurant,
Cette fin de siècle clôturée par un bain de sang
Hommes, femmes, enfants
tombent sous les balles quand
La folie des hommes prend le pas sur la raison
C’est un vent glacial qui souffle en cette saison
J’ai peur pour l’avenir, le présent est un désastre
Faut-il s’attendre au pire, le futur est incertain
La seule certitude c’est que ça n’ira pas mieux demain
Et pour cause,
personne ne fait rien pour arranger les choses
Moi le premier, mais au moins je pose ma prose
Pour dénoncer pas mal de choses
Défendre ma cause,
En effet, de cause à effet
L’avenir est mal barré
Car le présent est déjà brêlé, salopé
On le sait
C’est comme dans une fin de siècle
Quand il n’y a plus de règles
Comme dans un mauvais rêve
La vie, la raison s’achève

(P. DeStijl / P. DeStijl – Agnete Thuland)
Meanwhile I stop and
Think for a moment
My thoughts are getting slightly bizarre
I dream of Angels and pleasant Saints
The good omens are my friends
If the eyes could see the
Heavenly spirits
Coming from the lights, from the gods
I will shivering at the meaning of
A full divine intervention

How the sun warms my face
Makes me smile
I feel like bubble bath
And candy-coloured soap
Feeling right at ease
A long way to believe
Feeling right at ease
Wishing you never cease

Be light and I gaze at
The soul as your far
White lines are curling in the blue
I think of bursting clouds rising high
And burning rays passing through
If only tonight I could dive into
The Milky Way
Inside the blue line serious
So let the tray and let me flow
And all the men I love it all

How the sun warms my face
Makes me smile
I feel like

(P. DeStijl / John Cleary – P. DeStijl – Agnete Thuland)
Red is the coulour of love
Black the shade of respect
Green is for life
I’m yellow inside and
Blue is a daunting prospect
The rainbow underground
A colour-code for belief
Silver birds over black mobiles
And bruises on our knees.

The sky is gray like an orange stream
I’m Peeling away my skin
To show to the whites
The brown of my warmth
From a golden age we were in

Pink is the colour of hope
White’s the one for the past
Purple in heart
And mauve-eyed tart
And pale blurring light
The rainbow underground
A colour-code for belief
Silver birds over black mobiles
And bruises on our knees

The sky is gray like an orange stream
I’m Peeling away my skin
To show to the whites
The brown of my warmth
From a golden age we were in.