Ascension
Once ascended to the spire of time
With self-confidence built on itself
I admired the possibilities of vastness trembling for me
Setting the false-hope house on fire
With superstitious shouts inside
Ripping off the masks at last
Putting in unpopular words
The assertions of no doubts
Like: it is what it is
And even standing
Naked and freezing cold
While inglorious folk
Is looming out of mirrors
In cosy shacks
Which are all they know
And even hoping
Nothing matters there
Unless I call it away
And even raising hands
In a different way
I’ll be fine
Clock works
I broke my bat on some cars
A cigarette lit up my hand
Fury sank in a black coat
And so much for rage…
I caught them hanging on my view as I was squirming
They were in lab coats here experimenting on me
And their dirt
Burnt my eyes again
New ones grew
In their place
I’m waving at peak speed
Both left and right wing fail to fly
And with specula on my eye-lids
I’m blindly watching my fate
I caught them hanging on my view as I was squirming
They were in lab coats here experimenting on me
And their dirt
Burnt my eyes again
New ones grew
In their place
Peter
Peter stays intact
With other person’s touch
Pain, decease and the whole repulse
Pass him by
Peter acts through mind
Where to push, he knows by heart
To soothe entire soul
Or stir it up
Signs of waving sounds
Pave the one-way path from Peter’s
House of twelve airbricks
Crystal and almost perfect
Peter learns to live
Between sharps and flats and notes
If anything is faked
There’s a natural
Signs of waving sounds
Pave the one-way path to Peter’s
House of twelve airbricks
Crystal and almost perfect
Should I get violined to meet you at your place?
Would you invite me with grace?
Should I be sung to death and told to breathe again
With the reverbed atmosphere
Should I become a black spot on a page being read?
What if I was sucked into a wrong fret?
Should I do anything except a thing like…?
Renormalized
Shrunken so it hurts
I’m pulling the cover of myself
And seeking the way out
The theory of us got rebutted
I’m on my way to endlessness
Coherent with you I reflect
And it’s not a trick
Stranded in the body
Sentenced by the classical approach
I speak up, no one answers
Why don’t we fix the theory?
I’m on my way to endlessness
Coherent with you I reflect
And it’s not a trick
From many neighbourhoods it’s the rainbow I know best
I’d like to pass the neuralgic point of self-interest
Did you just whisper how immense the world is now?
I need you say it aloud
Renormalized
Renormalized
Renormalized
Renormalized
New world
I woke up in grassland
The sky full of light
And I knew I was dreaming
All magic was gone
They showed me the future
Right at my feet
Each a straw racked in pain and
I felt it too
You don’t see what I can see
You don’t feel what I can feel
But I want it amongst other things
And I was set to believe we are in the new world
And I was set to re-breathe the air of the new world
And I was set to consider you my only friends
And I was set to do everything to stay unaware
And I will not
Go to underground
Be amused what they found
If it’s not beautiful
I will get the new world
Through whatever they tell
I will hold it as well
You don’t see what I can see
You don’t feel what I can feel
But I want it amongst other things
about
HOAP
Nagrania zrealizowane w Dizzy Dizzy Studio.
Warszawa, listopad 2012
Realizacja nagrań, miks i mastering:
Hubert Stefankiewicz i Filip Olecki.
credits
released June 20, 2013
Wszystkie utwory napisane przez HOAP w składzie:
Tomasz Kopeć- wokal, gitara, pianino, syntezator
Jan Daciuk- bas, syntezator
Adrian Pietrzak- gitara
Dominik Ulicki- perkusja
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