The World Isn’t What It Seems

psychedelic, roland synthesizer, e-guitar, like in the seventies, changing speed, with humour, mystic, ironical, positive, experimental

A gnome has swiped my silver key,
A troll grins from the apple tree,
A gate appears in Glastonbury,
And Chalice Well brings me on my knee…The world isn’t what it seems!
It spins between the beams.

With whispered codes and quantum streams,
Teleportation, silent screams,
To overcome, to break the scheme.
How can we get free and escape the dream? 
At twilight near the standing stones, the silence starts to ring
The compass turns in circles, and birds no longer sing
Mystical the places where the leylines brush the land
You feel it in your heartbeat, though maps don’t understand
A glimmer at the mountain’s base, a hum beneath the sand
A tear in time, a stair of light… no human hand has planned

The mirror bends when no one looks,
The sky reveals forgotten books,
And every time you truly feel
You’re knocking on what once was sealed.
The world isn’t what it seems!
It sings in lucid dreams.
Through hidden doors and silent beams,
Past timelines, gates, and ether streams,
To overcome, to break the scheme…
How can we get free and escape?
So gather all your questions, and pack them in a song
You’re not alone in noticing, you’ve just been right all along
The truth is not on channels, it’s not behind a screen
It waits between your thoughts, it lives in the dream
Then silence starts to blossom, no question left to hold
No “out there” to escape to, no prophecy foretold
Just presence without edges, just being wide and still
No more to grasp or run from, just living what is real.
The world isn’t what it seems,
But there is more than dreams.
With every breath, a hidden gleam,
Beyond the veil, a sacred stream,
To walk as light, to end the theme.
That’s how we get free and escape the dream.

2005/7500

There’s a shimmer in the hallway, tiny orbs that glide and blink Hovering through silence, gone before you think Clocks are skipping hours, déjà vus return I dreamt the moon lost its crown and saw Atlantis sink down A name I’ve never spoken appears in remote viewing time, and tunnels through the skies. A gnome has swiped my silver key, A troll grins from the apple tree, A gate appears in Glastonbury, And Chalice Well brings me on my knee…The world isn’t what it seems! It spins between the beams. With whispered codes and quantum streams, Teleportation, silent screams, To overcome, to break the scheme. How can we get free and escape the dream? At twilight near the standing stones, the silence starts to ring The compass turns in circles, and birds no longer sing Mystical the places where the leylines brush the land You feel it in your heartbeat, though maps don’t understand A glimmer at the mountain’s base, a hum beneath the sand A tear in time, a stair of light… no human hand has planned The mirror bends when no one looks, The sky reveals forgotten books, And every time you truly feel You’re knocking on what once was sealed. The world isn’t what it seems! It sings in lucid dreams. Through hidden doors and silent beams, Past timelines, gates, and ether streams, To overcome, to break the scheme… How can we get free and escape? So gather all your questions, and pack them in a song You’re not alone in noticing, you’ve just been right all along The truth is not on channels, it’s not behind a screen It waits between your thoughts, it lives in the dream Then silence starts to blossom, no question left to hold No “out there” to escape to, no prophecy foretold Just presence without edges, just being wide and still No more to grasp or run from, just living what is real. The world isn’t what it seems, But there is more than dreams. With every breath, a hidden gleam, Beyond the veil, a sacred stream, To walk as light, to end the theme. That’s how we get free and escape the dream.

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