The full-on opening track from the new album <i>Stowaway</i> from Austrian lute player / singer-songwriter tkalec, <i>TTX</i>, deals with some rather arcane proceedings as it sees your humble narrator stumble into an adventure full of obscurity and wonder...
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The doctor said it’s gonna be ok,
And vision’s clearing, though the memory’s still faint,
But whatever exceeds the mundane panoply
Must take its time to come back again
Now I still can’t say what led to the occasion
- Interstellar constellation? –
Yet the mystery embarked and that was that...
Thought I’ve read the tales and seen the movies all
Where obscurity thrives for our sweet delight
But to find myself within the graveyard wall
With the sun long gone in the middle of the night
With my feet steady moving and my conscious besoothing
That everything was right
Was an occurrence I didn’t much oblige.
Caught in a bad moment when you realize
That it’s all of your moments that you despise…
It took me to a burial ground
Where cloves and myrtles seamed the stone.
I wiped the dust and read the name aloud
But the engraved letters spelled my own.
I cried: “Desecration of the living soul!”
When thunder struck and burst the earth
And I was bound in awe as I saw flesh and bone emerge.
Campanas chimed with the assemblage
Of this ghastly ghostly silhouette,
Yet I stood my ground till hush heralded
The setup of the walking dead.
Had neither winked nor lit my lips with prayer,
- 'Think of batman, face the slayer' –
When I felt the solemn sadness that it bred.
Thoughts had ripened, new invention:
Draw a breath, say the word.
But its raised hand called of my intention
Before my iambus could be heard.
Then beams of twilight sear’d the air -
Emerald and caramel -
And some lucent orb disbanded from its hull.
I knew it was my soul.
I wish I was trained in epiphanology
It’d help me disunite life and mythology…
“Do you remember?” spoke the orb to me,
Floating in mid-air o’er the bare-boned chest;
“Do you remember” – how could I forget –
“That fatal day with the TTX?
Man, you ain’t no fool of nature,
Choice is what defines your way,
But foolish is your choosing I daresay.”
Thoughts beyond the reaches of my soul
Things beyond the breaches of control
Boundless dreams and unbound nightmares,
Endless joy, infinite despair,
Thin is the line, thinner the bearer
With every barrier.
Do you not miss me?” spoke my soul to me
And instantly I felt the gap it (had) left
“Do you not miss me?” spoke my soul to me
And fiercely my void filled with regret
“O my god, you’re all alone
And lately all your wit has gone
Your mojo’s drown’d in t’bitter drop
That’s left of cornucopia’s cup.
The side-effects of slide-effects
Autocannibalism. Your belts too wide
It can barely hold the barren cerement
That you wear tonight.
Are your shoes too big, your feet too small,
A mind too tight to withdraw?
If end up with nothing, it’s nothing at all.”
Then I felt me fall, forever fall.
When moral hits its common with the axe.
And, what the hell is TTX?
I hit the ground, the bells tolled on,
See: Punctuality is one of the pillars.
My ears faded, my sight was gone
And thus ended the spine-chiller:
There’s many twilights to be, and some are fake
There’s many hours to steal from the dead man awake
But if you’re going, you might not come back.
Canonized, forever living dead.
Your sepulchre lies up ahead.