"Ever more free, like loose kites, with edges of laughter,
we race through mid-air, wind-tattered."
('Sonnets to Orpheus', Rilke)
I
Time to climb the mountain
my Name is calling, my Name is calling,
there's the mountain!
mind torrent, boat fallen
nine doors and windows, I see
circles in the sky
shedding death's desire
drum the fire on a maze of stairs and wire
Chorus
you try and deliver Art onto a spoon
but in my balloon I drift into the Moon...
you climb all those mountains of lucidity
but in my balloon I drift into the Moon...
II
Free to ride the moment
my Bars are broken,
my Bars are broken,
gates are open!
bridges burning, eagle turning
circles in the sky
wings caress the stars
drum the fire on a maze of stairs and wire
we race through mid-air, wind-tattered."
('Sonnets to Orpheus', Rilke)
I
Time to climb the mountain
my Name is calling, my Name is calling,
there's the mountain!
mind torrent, boat fallen
nine doors and windows, I see
circles in the sky
shedding death's desire
drum the fire on a maze of stairs and wire
Chorus
you try and deliver Art onto a spoon
but in my balloon I drift into the Moon...
you climb all those mountains of lucidity
but in my balloon I drift into the Moon...
II
Free to ride the moment
my Bars are broken,
my Bars are broken,
gates are open!
bridges burning, eagle turning
circles in the sky
wings caress the stars
drum the fire on a maze of stairs and wire