Dune Songtext
von Tweed & Hyenas

He carries a mad name being born this way
So far he is blessed by a lake of hidden tears
He likes to dwell on how to remember thirst
And how to walk on contrasting timezones

A world full of sons
Of wandering slow suns

He used to write of a leaking colony
Tell me stories tensed with insanity
There were victims of crime
Earthquakes that chime
Magical sex shops
The first, first smile

That year he left
A river of his fast speeding past


Long before him
An image he told
Of three children
On some kind of road

Long before him
Formed by the wind
Of two mothers
On sea coasts near Oda

Marked by a feeling
Touches the ceiling
Two black and one blue thought

Steer me home

That year he left
A glimmer of his fast speeding past

Long before him
An image he told
Of three brothers
On some kind of road


Long before him
Formed by the wind
Of two mothers
On sea coasts near Oda