The music of Bastian S.

1: Tempus really fugits

Doesn't the passing of time

Send a chill down your spine?

The maddening tick tock of clocks

on and on, it never stops (tick tock, tick toc)

The seasons, the years

they past faster the older we are, my dear

and as the present turns to past (so fast!)

we see in each other's faces 

life doesn't last

Think of the time wasted,

think of the time gone

one day, always too early

our time will stop

Think of the time wasted

think of the time gone

one day, always too early

our time will stop

And this knowledge weighs more than stones

it plays tricks with the mind and gnaws at my bones

life is fragile, life is short

wiser now

than I was before

(tick tock, tick tock)

And this knowledge weighs more than stones

it plays tricks with the mind and gnaws at my bones

once you had all the time in the world

and now is almost gone

(tick tock, tick tock)

2: You’ve got birds in the mind, kid

You've got birds in the mind, kid

my father said

and he was so right

some sang beautifully

most just screeched and squawked

In the constant battle against the daily grind

I used their music as wings,

I set them free into the sky

I almost lost my mind

Keep it real!

Keep it real!

Keep it real! 

I chose to go insane, insane the right way

Everything's different, nothing's the same

when the wings of music carry you away

life becomes adventure, but not a game

when you go insane the right way

It's difficult to stay sane

when you have a soundtrack in your brain

life becomes a movie, but not a game

when you go insane the right way

When the birds in my mind flew away

my feet of clay got stuck to the ground

got torn through the middle, split apart

between science and the arts, 

'tween the heart and the guts 

And this split has served me alright

in a world that 's not, not quite right

grounded, but never chained

by the wise words my father said

Keep it real (keep yer feet on the ground, lad)

Keep it real (and keep it sane)

Keep it real 

I chose to go insane, the right way,

b'cause...

Everything's different, nothing's the same

when the wings of music carry you away

life becomes adventure, but not a game

when you go insane the right way

It's difficult to stay sane

when you have a soundtrack in your brain

life becomes a movie, but not a game

when you go insane the right way

keep it real

you've got birds in the mind kid

keep it real

he wasn't being kind

keep it real

I chose to go insane the right way

[Outro]

birds in the mind

carrying my head far and high

to the edge of your world and mine

where you see.....

where you see…

3: In search of answers and in need of light

In search for answers and in need of light

I went inside myself last night

got lost in the mazes, in the twists and turns

of the rabbit hole that is my brain

I just had to know what I really was

was I chaos? Was I noise?

Was I harmony or a discordant note?

Was I still on the ground or had I taken off?

And I saw, very clear what's now far, but once was near 

the call of music and the sound of clipped wings 

the tears, the fears, and the crushing of dreams

I saw that with light comes darkness

I saw death passing by

I saw the future becoming past (so fast!)

I re-lived the lows and the highs of life

I saw things I thought forgotten

I saw melted clocks that never worked right

I saw good, 

I saw the ugly and the bad

I saw some wrongs that were rights in disguise

I saw the greys, 

the blacks and whites

I understood it all...

Now I sleep at night

I sleep at night! 

Cos if you don't sleep 

you don't dream

and if you don't dream

you don't wish

and if you don't wish

you don't try

and if you don't try

you don't reach

and if you don't reach for what you want

reality becomes thin and

you fall down

to a world where one and one and one 

are nooooone

[Then, you forget who you are]. 

In search of answers and in need of light

I looked inside myself last night

I saw beauty, I felt desire

the call of music set my brain on fire

And I saw what I had to be 

I knew what I had to do

I had to dream again long forgotten dreams 

dream of songs for you to sing

'cos

If you don't sleep 

you don't dream

and if you don't dream 

you don't wish

and if you don't wish

you don't try

and if you don't try 

you don't reach

and if you don't reach for what you want

reality becomes thin, 

and you fall down 

to a world where one and one and one 

are none

And this knowledge weighs more than stones

it plays tricks with the mind 

and gnaws at my bones

Yet after being inside myself for a while

I still don't know 

who or what I am

This knowledge weighs more than stones

it plays tricks with the mind 

and gnaws at my bones

Yet after being inside myself for a while

I still don't know 

who or what I am

In search of answers and in need of light. 

4 – Athedgofurworld&mine. (Voice by Marcus P. (https://www.bandmix.co.uk/band_roark/))

You've heard of those worlds 

right at the edge of your world and mine

worlds where your world disappears 

worlds inside your mind

worlds you enter ( enter )

when you go through some doors

when you open a book

or listen to a song

here (here, here) 

you do what you wish when you want

and when you lose your head

you grow a new one

and when you forget

who you are

you are ready to be you

whoever you are

that's the price to pay

for going insane the right way

here, here, 

you break free from reality

is called fantasy,

and its pull is 

stronger than gravity

You fall upwards 

you get lost

in forks and mazes made of

words and sounds

words with no meaning

sounds with no name

in this magic theatre

we are all insane

so climb the cliffs of insanity

fight the windmills of reality

loose your marbles,

loose your way

avoid the Nothing

and you'll be ok

you'll be ok...

and when you forget

who you are

yooou are ready to be you

whoever you are

let your mind float away

it helps if you are insane the right way

[but the further away from the ground

the harder the fall from your marshmallow cloud

nothing is in much muchness here 

except the need to keep it real]

Keep it real!

Keep it real! 

Song 5: Part of the machine, but not part of the herd

Part of the machine but not part of the herd

I loved too much music and the printed word 

for that (Oh yeah!)

Every day I bridge the gap between me and who I am

between here, and where I want to be

The hero of my own adventures, some of them in real life

fighting the battle between the adult and the kid inside

Working through the day no sleep at night

pay your bills, that's all there is, 

have a good life 

(and hope for a painless death)

you and I are the same and one

and we both know

that what we could have done but we didn't, 

hurts the most

We never followed money it was always love 

we know the kisses never given are forever lost

Always looking for more 

always unsatisfied wanting better 

More curious than cautious we walk the plank

instead of cultivated, fertilized, fertilized

[RADIO DJ fx]

Soooo....when the time of the reaping comes, 

to us, we hope to leave a legacy,

something worthwhile behind

a lifetime of love,

a life well lived

in peace and bliss, not a moment missed

creating what if not destroyed

will outlast our lives, mistakes and bones

part of the machine, but not part of the herd

[every day I bridge the gap between me and who I am]

between here 

and where I want to be...

6: How not to crash and burn

Another song done, it's 3am

time to sleep, time to go to bed

as I crash on it, the bed shatters like glass

and so does reality, it happened so fast

a pitch black nothing opened under me

I started falling, falling free

free falling as far 

as the eye could see

I was in a starless space, 

pulled by gravity

space cadet I am, I thought I could control the fall, 

learn to float or fly, before landfall

I didn't have the means, parachute or wings 

so had to let go, 

and learn a new thing:

how to not crash and burn

how to not crash and burn

(maybe this time I'll learn)

how to not crash and burn

how to not crash and burn

how to not crash and burn

(maybe this time I'll learn)

how to not crash and burn
 

the pitch black nothing now surrounded me

I kept falling, falling free

free falling as far as the eye could see

far from home, just like E.T

don't know for how long, know not such a thing

I fell forever, but time didn't exist

until the moment I saw where I was falling in

falling back to earth, to my home and skin 

I crashed through the roof, and I crashed into myself, 

I thought 'this is it, I have reached the end'

but the end it wasn't, I wasn't yet done

cos the fall didn't stop, I kept falling down

through the hard ground, through the hard ground

cos the fall didn't stop

so I better learn...

how not to crash and burn

how not to crash and burn

maybe this time I'll learn...

how NOT to crash and burn

how not to crash and burn

how not to crash and burn

maybe this time I'll learn 

or else it's gonna hurt

I'm now falling past the crust, towards the centre of the earth

and it's getting hot in here, some may call it hell

Yet I like falling, falling feels great!

it's the crash and burn, what's going to hurt!

I fell like Icarus, I fell like rain

I fell like in all those damned clichés

and I fell through the edge between your world and my own

I fell for nonsense, who would have ever known?

I'm still falling for my reasons, 

falling for my sins

I am right now as low as I've ever been

And I like it down here, there is so much more light!

Enlightenment is vital to be more than an animal

7: The sound of sounds

Come with me, come with me 

to a place at the edge of your world and mine

the one you enter when you press play

and music takes over your mind

in waves, spellbound

in waves, alive yet drowned

in waves, floating awaaaay , floating away

on the sound of sounds

here in this world

reason slips down and clocks don't work

you find peace and harmony

when a chain of notes sets you free

free to get lost 

in crosswords where 'logic' is a four-letter word

words lose their meaning and become sound

sounds that lift you off the ground

in waves, spellbound

in waves, lost and found

in waves, floating awaaaay 

floating away

on the sound of sounds

This place between your world and mine

It's a strange place to be

here you save time just to waste it

by letting it float away

away

away

away

in waves, sound waves

8: Building a bridge

3 am 

another night

building a bridge between me and who I am

between who I am and who I want to be

between who I want to be and who I can become

'tween who I can become and who I really am

And who am I?

If I just knew...

a pointless purpose drives this donkey

using music as a bridge between me and you

(word on word and sound on sound)

do I give a damn?

I guess I do, here I am 3am

building a bridge between me and you

(word on word, sound on sound)

[bring more stones,

we need more lime!]

It’s not easy, no

It’s not easy, no

But tomorrow, you’ll hear me on the radio and know

I made it to the other side

I built a bridge between you and I

(building is hard work)

(sigh)
 

If only my mind could chill, or stop thinking at will

but a volcano lurks inside, my mind's a bursting freak

that stops at nothing, but for the saving sleep

and as I think of it, it's a gift I'd like to keep

to build bridges of words and sounds

between you and me

(fighting the daily grind and gravity

fighting the windmills in my mind

day after day and night after night)

Each scar tells a story, and many times

I wonder why doing this, why wasting time

losing health, loosing sleep

trying to say what I don't know how to say

and anyway

others have said it before

it's all been said before

it's all been said before better

better, better

(why doing this, why wasting time?)

(word on word and sound on sound)

(word on word and sound on sound)

It’s not easy, no

It’s not easy, no

But tomorrow,

you’ll hear me on the radio and know

I made it to the other side

I built a bridge between you and I

(word on word and sound on sound)

(word on word and sound on sound)

(word on word and sound on sound)

9: The art of going insane (the right way) – INSTRUMENTAL