.​.​.​out of the dead land

by Lilac

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released December 24, 2016

Jakub Zalasa - vocals, acoustic & bass guitar
Jan Bąk - electric guitar, keyboards
Michał Poniński - drums, percussion
+ Marysia Zdanowicz - violin on 'Człowiek Ryba'

Production, mix & mastering - Tomasz Korczak, Red Yeti Studio

Recorded in Red Yeti Studio, 2016

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Lilac Piaseczno, Poland

We play music and tell stories of men, fish, and time; a Poland-based trio dabbling in indie, self-proclaimed pioneers of the post-folk genre.

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Track Name: Collage Dots
I may perceive, yet I can't see
The importance of the dots in front of me
Scattered fragments on an arid plain
No connection to be made

Astray, amidst this life's decay
In a forest deaf and blind
Charade, in acting as sounds bade
An opaque glass by rusty metal lined

Some things rarely do make sense
In order to escape pretense
It's a game of signs and brain
The patterns won't align themselves

Astray, amidst this life's decay
In a forest deaf and blind
Charade, in acting as sounds bade
An opaque glass by rusty metal lined

When faces creep inside of your dreams
Their gazes opalize your fears
Eye the heavens high with mild intent
A collage that was never meant

Astray, amidst this life's decay
In a forest deaf and blind
Charade, in acting as sounds bade
An opaque glass by rusty metal lined

I don't see the way we could've spoken
Of all the feelings stars evoked
Do not lose temper, don't throw stones
As I cling silently to collage dots
Track Name: She Dreamt of Planes
I carved you a tombstone, for the hot cherry sky
It fills me with hope that it won't return
From sunrise to sundawn, we walked along the pier
The clouds confess the sun's gone, the light has disappeared

I found myself falling, headfirst to the ground
Steadfast the victims following my path

Make choices quickly, the world is getting small
Some speak of winter and some speak of fall
None of it really matters, we're still chasing fog
Some burn like torches, some fall like empty logs

I found myself falling, headfirst to the ground
The wailing of sirens became a pleasant whisper
As my world keeps spinning to the rhythm of the sound
I find myself falling every time, every time
Track Name: Ride
Does this ride ever end, will the ride ever come to an end?
You have to try, for you cannot tell or guess.
A mastermind that you are falls unconsiously into
this light that shines like a socket most pristine.
Beneath the temple of your heart resides a horrid beast
which slouches and climbs rooftops to be born.
Another century may pass and you'll still breathe in harmony
Unaware of the secret life of birds.

Just try not to act strange, even though you feel
Eternity gazing at your back

You hear your words coming through the waters
of a troubled crystal pond
There lay your conscience, a precious thing,
but now it's gone and nowhere to be found
Make sure to gaze at the sunrise once in a while
so you can tell what matters most
Is it the insane mumbling of a busking man
Or rather, inside of your head?

Just try not to act strange, even though you feel
Eternity gazing at your back
Just try not to derange those feelings of confliction
When they flow and reach inside

Bury me beneath a moonlit tombstone,
so that I can observe the phases,
by means of an eclipse.
leave the eyes, leave the eyes

Just try not to act strange, even though you feel
Eternity gazing at your back
Just try not to derange those feelings of confliction
When they flow and reach inside
Track Name: Człowiek Ryba
Przyszła panna, która opowiada,
że ona zna pana, który przyszedł
znad morskiego dna
i tapla się, tapla się
w wodorostach
i w brzuchu trzyma swoich
i krzyczy: ,,jestem król,
jestem król, jestem król!"

Tak naprawdę nic tu nie ma
i nie znajdziesz tu krwi,
dzieci spod znaku Ryby,
wchodzących przez otwarte drzwi.

Człowiek Ryba wchodzi na dach,
patrzy na blizny sprzed lat
i krzyczy: ,,na co ty liczyłeś,
litościwy Panie mój?
murem za mą płetwą stój!
bo tak mnie już stworzyłeś."
Chore łuski lśnią już słabo.
Na co nam to było,
na co?

Tak naprawdę nic tu nie ma
i nie znajdziesz tu krwi,
dzieci spod znaku Ryby,
wchodzących przez otwarte drzwi.

Jego tu wcale nie ma.