AuthentiCity

Kategorie: Poetry

  • Only (Leave The Road Behind)

    Only (Leave The Road Behind)

    Well, I was feeling helpless And I was feeling lost The world is a place of chaos Escapism was the only option The only that came to my mind That led me to somewhere Felt like nothing else would exist And let go of any control Well, at first place I fell for that face…

  • Vintage Summer (Lucy In The Sky)

    Vintage Summer (Lucy In The Sky)

    Back to the day when I was like before I found Lucy in the sky It was a warm summer day and the wind blew some fresh air We talked about the things like we did back in the old days Sitting in the car, imagine it’s the good old VW Golf or even Beetle…

  • Babický (Late Night Edition)

    Babický (Late Night Edition)

    Do you see the blinding lights From your point of view This city always looks so dull It’s called the eastern Paris Where the sun rises at night So why let them tear us apart Nothing can stop our night ride  Let’s catch the tram and goin‘ anywhere  Old Town, New Town, Wenceslas Square    Duplex, Lucerna, Roxy  James Dean, Hemingway  Wo find…

  • Star

    Star

    Daylight fades away, dusk breaks into the town  Stars fill the black sky, they gonna dance until dawn  People havin’ fun, Music’s played all around  I notice there’s a light, it nearly push me to the ground  Tryin‘ to stay on my feet, it comes to me so suddenly  Now I can look into her core, her deepness seems so spaciously …

  • The City

    The City

    Are we awake? How am I supposed to keep on? Was it the fruit from the start? It played a part  For goodness sake I wasn’t told this wind be this cold Changing times came and set me apart Leaving me with a heavy heart  Outside they plunder empires But inside I stay and try to find words to say Just if the end of…

  • Storm

    Storm

    Outside the weather’s getting stormier  And I think there’s coming a heavy rain, we all go home  They tell us to hide inside, so the drops won’t hit us Seems like we don’t care where the clouds do come from  And the whirled-up dust will become a fog  And the drought-out earth will get burned …

  • The Fruit In My Hands

    The Fruit In My Hands

    The first fruits are already sprouting in my garden. I can’t believe how quickly that went.   A particularly large fruit is also included. I have to put it in both hands, that’s how big it is. A very exotic specimen, I tell to myself. It looks like a carrot in colour, but has the shape…

  • The Flower of Life

    The Flower of Life

    It is not a question of giving this flower a shape or colour.   It’s about looking at this flower.   Finding and experiencing the nectar.   The nectar of the flower of life.   It is the essence of your actions, of your work, of being there.   The entry to your innermost core,   the creation of your resources.  …