Purple Bird and Other Strange Songs

by Weinf

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released April 3, 2017

All songs written by Weinf and recorded and mastered by Mariano Toledano at Akrasonic Studios, Barcelona.

Keyboards played by Pol Mata –mostly– and Weinf.
Drums played by Júlia Martín.
Sax played by Dana Colley.

Words in "Kafka On The Shore" by Haruki Murakami.
Picture drawn by Berta Wallace.

Out on cassette on Custom Made Music.

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Track Name: The Sunset Cave
every time once in a while
in a village by the sea
you can see a redheaded girl
selling pearls and groceries

if you buy some of her goods
and you give her a good tip
something unique and mystique
you will get out of it

“meet me at sunset in the cave”
you will hear from her lips
in a pretty subtle voice
such as people who never speak

but don’t get so worked up
as things are never as they seem
if you follow her advice
all you will find is a knife

death awaits for you
in the sunset cave you will meet your end
death awaits for us
in the sunset cave, by the hand of the readheaded girl

pay attention to the place
you will see no tourist here
they’ve already been disposed
like the garbage they’re considered
if reasons is what you seek
they are plenty to be found
a life of terror and misbelief
in her head have claimed the crown

so if you’re headed to that place
looking for a funny trip
don’t forget what I just said
so you don’t end up just like them

‘cause every time one in a while
in a village by the sea
you can see a redheaded girl
you better watch it ‘til she leaves

death awaits for you
in the sunset cave you will meet your end
death awaits for us
in the sunset cave, by the hand of the readheaded girl
Track Name: The Priest and the Thief
hanging around in some empty bar
the Priest and the Thief finish up their jars
the sun is rising as they fall apart
but they don’t seem to mind

going around and beating the bush
the Priest and the Thief try to reach their homes
the more they drink, the more they roam
as they’re becoming one
a two faced God, with the town in their hand

“get out of here”, they yell to the crowd
the one they’re supposed to feed, the one they’re gonna rob
they find no shame in looting the mob
and they don’t seem to mind

every night they go to the pub
two different consciences, two different minds
the more they share, the more they talk
as they’re becoming one
a two faced God with the town in their hands

the Priest and the Thief
go sacking around town
one with his preaching
the other, with the hands
they leave nobody
out of their crime
they pillage the city
from the top to the ground
as they’re becoming one
a two faced God with the town in their hands
Track Name: Purple Bird and Other Uninvited Guests
take me to the place
where the screamers scream and the lovers make love
‘cause I can’t tell no more
if we are lovers or we are the former

if you want to move on
just go away and do it quickly
but leave me with my drugs
at least when they’re gone it doesn’t feel like you’re missing

my girl’s a paradox
just when she’s high she does find me appealin’
cause I don’t know no more
if my baby loves me or if she’s just teasin’

my mind doesn’t feel right, she says
as she takes a hit from my dream-eater
she doesn’t seem to mind
the purple bird hanging from the ceiling

‘cause I
I can’t take it no more
this girl
she’s taking all of my stuff
free
is the price she arranged for herself
and meanwhile
that bird’s inviting his friends

tell me, Purple Bird
if my mind’s so hazy why can I see you clearly
you should come over here
the ceiling’s not so cozy when your body’s real

my girl don’t listen no more
the last hit she took has left her dreaming
you should come over here
you don’t have to be real to be my meal

‘cause I
I can’t take it no more
this girl
she’s taking all of my stuff
free
is the price she arranged for herself
and meanwhile
that bird’s inviting his friends
Track Name: The Absence of a God Has Made Me Free
the absence of a God has made me free
as the rain is my new Lord and the Earth is my new soul
she talks to me through the visions in my head
and I deliver like a friend, like a lover, ‘til the end

she takes from me with my consentment, as I know she’ll provide back
come and join me in the forest, and I know she’ll get us high
closer to the Holy Wisdom, neglected by The Man
feared by the power, as they fear us much more than we fear them

hesitation is the answer to the questions that they claim
learn to formulate your questions, to be answered by yourself
take the road of meditation, escape the realm of what is plain
no God will make you free, that task’s for you and yourself
Track Name: The Finest Woman I Have Ever Met
tuesday night, sitting alone at home
no one to meet, nowhere to go
no words to write, thriving to be thrown a bone
and then it comes, a buzz on my phone

familiar voice comes out of the machine
“what are you doing?”, “wanna meet?”
sent from the heavens by an unholy god
that for once doesn’t take, but gives

“come to my place and let’s hang out”
a sweet command that she delivers with charm
my body follows and my mind doesn’t mind
as it did yesterday and will do for a while

she welcomes me with some wine and pot
“bring your records, set the gramophone”
the perfect host for a night of delight
so was yesterday and will be for a while

the finest woman that I’ve ever met
the finest woman that I’ve ever met
the finest woman that I’ve ever met
stands next to me, in the good and the bad
the finest woman that I’ve ever met
the finest woman that I’ve ever met
the finest woman that I’ve ever met
respects the art that I craft with my hands

we spend the night sitting around in her room
the shadows in the ceiling kaleidoscopically move
sweet hallucination setting up the mood
for a talk about Dylan and some journalist scum

“it’s getting late, we should call it a day”, she says
“you don’t have to leave, you can stay”
but tomorrow morning I have somewhere to be
stay here sleeping, you can wait for me

the finest woman that I’ve ever met
the finest woman that I’ve ever met
the finest woman that I’ve ever met
stands next to me, in the good and the bad
the finest woman that I’ve ever met
the finest woman that I’ve ever met
the finest woman that I’ve ever met
respects the art that I craft with my hands
Track Name: Fishes Swimming in the Sand
fishes swimming in the sand
where are they going as the sea turns into hell

where are this fishes going to
all they seem to worry is about you

mother told us not to run away
but these fishes won’t leave me here to stay

fishes swimming in the sand
they’re running straight, right into our land

everybody says the fishes are up to no good
just because they’re running in a place that you think is yours
everybody says the fishes are up to no good
just because they’re running towards you

fishes swimming in the sand
they look me in the eye and say

tell me where the hell I’m supposed to go
my home is broken and a shark ate my son

what I’m supposed to tell these guys
I may be trippin’ but come into my land

fishes swimming in the sand
just be welcome and don’t mind to stay

everybody says the fishes are up to no good
just because they’re running in a place that you think is yours
everybody says the fishes are up to no good
just because they’re running towards you

fishes swimming in the sand
just be glad you don’t have to walk in the air
Track Name: Kafka On The Shore
you sit at the edge of the world
I’m in a crater that’s no more
words without letters glaring at the shore
standing at the shadow of the door

the moon shines down on a sleeping lizard
little fish rain down from the sky
outside the window there are soldiers
stealing themselves to die

Kafka sits in a chair by the shore
thinking of the pendulum that moves the world
when your heart is closed
the shadow of the unmoving sphinx becomes a knife
that pierces your dreams

the drowning girl’s fingers
search for the entrance stone and more
lifting the hem of her azure dress
she gazes at Kafka on the shore

Kafka sits in a chair by the shore
thinking of the pendulum that moves the world
when your heart is closed
the shadow of the unmoving sphinx becomes a knife
that pierces your dreams
Track Name: The Basement
the place where I belong
the place where you can find
some beautiful exile
some things that you would like

the basement
where light is bright
the basement
into the wild
the basement
was made for you

the place where you can find me
the place where we all die
the place where I could never
meet you like I want

some people find it close
some people far away
this place is your greatest friend
the basement takes you to the end

the basement
where light is bright
the basement
your loyal knight
the basement
was made for you

the place where you can find me
the place where we all die
the place where I could never
meet you like I want
Track Name: Carefulness and Other Bad Advice
oh, where did you go now?
you left me alone in this cloud of smoke
the hole is nowhere to bee seen
just be sure not to fall within

i’m lost, feeling like a ghost
this feels like a maze without the walls
they tell me “this is how it goes”
but i'm sure i'm not like the most

beware of the burning fields
wait for your time to come
escape from the dancing thieves
but death comes to us all

i don’t remember the last time
when we had a little bit of fun
your mind gets dizzy with the time
like a blade dulling with the strikes

pictures of you when you were young
infused by the power that one has when he controls its own
the memories you had are quickly fading from your past
as the meaning of your life is no longer to discuss

beware of the burning fields
wait for your time to come
escape from the dancing thieves
but death comes to us all

you’re lost in this cloud of smoke
your goals are nowhere to be found
too late for you to react
as your time is sliding through your hands