She Moves Through The Fair

My young love said to me, my mother won´t mind 
And my father won´t slight you for your lack of kine, 
And she stepped away from me and this she did say, 
It will not be long love 'til our wedding day. 

She stepped away from me and she moved through the fair, 
And fondly I watched her move here and move there, 
Then she went her way homeward with one star awake, 
As the swan in the evening moves over the lake. 

The people were saying no two were e´er wed, 
But one has a sorrow that never was said, 
And I smiled as she passed with her goods and her gear, 
And that was the last that I saw of my dear. 

I dreamt it last night that my young love came in, 
So softly she entered her feet made no din, 
She came close beside me and this she did say, 
It will not be long love 'til our wedding day. 

Artist: B-Tribe

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The Rhythm

Rhythm is both the song’s maniacal and its demonic charge
It is the original breath
It is the whisper of unremitting demand
What do you still want to be? said of the singer
What do you think you can still draw from my lips?

The rhythm

How your singer’s blood is incensed at the depth of sound

The rhythm

Exact presence that no fantasy can represent
Purveyor of the old secret
Alive with the blood that boils again
Is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart
Lacerations echo in the mouths open, erotic sky
where dance together the lost trenches of rhythm
and an imploring immobility

The rhythm

Artist: Magna Canta

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Artist: Karunesh

Közelér

Artist: Tape UnderGround
(Hungarian Band)

Ami él, ideér,
Ereimben táncol a vér,
Lobbanó kén a gyufán, vagyok én.

Zizegő lámpák fényét lábnyomok tartják,
Ahogy elkerülöm a hangyát a kövön,
Közel ér, túl közel ér...

Jól kiszáradt dohányba tekerem a Holdat,
Pár hajnali csillag a nyelvemre olvad.
"Ha elég lassan lépsz velem,
A felhőt is magammal viszem" -
Súgja egy dal a fülemben,
Abban álmodozik most helyettem,
Ami mindent a fejembe elkísér.
Ilyenkor minden olyan közel ér,

Túl közel ér....

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Artist: Mythos