Songs from Dreamtime (LIVE)

by Istvan Peter B'Racz

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This is a live concert that took place June 6th 2014 at the Neighborhood Music School in New Haven CT. These songs/lyrics all came from dreams. Essentially its one big multi-movement work, alternating with electronic "dreams" of the songs themselves. I played piano, and sang, as well as performed live electronics. My voice has been likened to a cross between a drunken Neil Young and Nick Drake love-child.

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released December 5, 2014

Thanks to the Neighborhood Music School in New Haven, CT for hosting this concert. It was recorded in the Recital Hall very basically with a H4n on the floor in front of the sound system/stage, there is some audience noise, and applause only at the end.

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Track Name: Nördinörd
"Nördinörd"

He was once a long time ago
Citizen who played-
Citizen who learned-
Citizen who stayed,
and believed.
Citizen who trusted,
was open.

What is once, now open,
that (which long ago) was closed-
closer now, than before.

Let, let it, let it put you
Let it put you in an electronic dream:
a memorial for the dead.

Let, let it, let it put you
Let it put you in an electronic dream,
an electro-chemical dream:
dream, dream, dream...

(text and music by Istvan Peter B'Racz)
Track Name: Shifting and Drifting
"Shifting and Drifting"

Hey what's that flying above?
That aint no peace-loving dove.
What fiery wings call the day
with a bill that none wants to pay
Can't run, it knows the truth
in its eyes there's not much to do
eyes closed and hiding away
might keep them monsters at bay

keep shifting, and drifting
moving on aimlessly,
for someday you'll find the key
that opens the door to
eternity

Hell being what do you say?
one's soul is a big price to pay.
Just trash that forbidden fruit
from the vampires dressed up in suits
don't run they know the truth
in their eyes there's not much to do
eyes closed and hiding away
might keep them monsters at bay

keep shifting, and drifting
just moving on aimlessly
and keep looking for the key
that opens the door-

(all text and music by Istvan Peter B'Racz)
Track Name: Lullaby
"Lullaby"

Young man, sing a lullaby
sing me something nice, so I don't cry
Young woman, sing a lullaby
tell me its alright to close my eyes

You promised you'd protect me from the darkness
you told me that nothing would go wrong
meet me in the magical garden I told you about
there we can learn some more words to this song

Young boy, sweet lullaby
I tell you its alright to close your eyes
Young girl, sweet lullaby
I'll sing you something nice,
so you don't cry

I promise to protect you from the darkness
I tell you that nothing will go wrong
meet you in the magical garden I told you about
and there we can learn some more words to this song

Old man, sing a lullaby
I'll sing you something nice to help you cry
Old woman, sweet lullaby
I tell you its alright to close your eyes

I promise to protect you from the darkness
you told me that nothing will go wrong
meet you in the magical garden I told you about
there we can learn some more words…

(all text and music by Istvan Peter B'Racz)
Track Name: Lunarbug
"Lunarbug"

One night in a strange dream, I saw a pair of distant eyes.
They looked at me with lunar-green beams, pierced through into my mind.
Double-beams, brilliant, bite green, unseats my soul at night
a mirror within a mirror becomes my theme-park ride

and I wonder where it came rom, and how it all began
yes, I wonder where it came from and how it all began

These eyes, they began to show me a different point of view:
and the epic story that they told me was as as old as the morning dew
Double-beams-brilliant bite-green unseams the soul at night
a mirror within a mirror becomes our theme park ride

And I wonder where it came from, and how it all began,
Don't you wonder where it came from and how it all began?

(short piano interlude)

Rise up from a deep sleep that seemed centuries old
leave that endless hall of mirrors, which keeps the story untold
Double-beams-brilliant bite-green unseats the soul at night
slow passage on the river...of life's greatest divide

and I wonder where it came from and how it all began
don't you wonder where it came from and how it all began?

(all text and music by Istvan Peter B'Racz)
Track Name: Too Much Space
"Too Much Space"

Where are you?
He is waiting for you to
Come and meet him in a place
You agreed on, a nice place
For a meeting of the minds
(an example of our times)
When he calls you: about-face!
Now, he sees you in that place...

[I can't go there, too much space...
for a breather]

Where are you?
She is waiting for you to
Come and meet her
In a place you agreed on
(A nice space),
For a meeting of the minds
(An example of our times)
When she calls you: about-face
Now, she sees you in that place...

[I can't go there, too much space
for a breather, to much space…]

(interlude)

Where are you?
I am waiting for you to
Come and meet me in a place
We agreed on, (a nice space),
For a meeting of the minds
(An example of our times)
When you call me: about-face!
Now, I see you in that place!

[I can't go there: too much space
for a breather…too much space…]

Now I see you in that place
[I can't go there
too much space
for a breather-]

(all text and music by Istvan Peter B'Racz)
Track Name: Tinman
"Tinman"

Tinman walks down the road, gazing up at the starlight sky:
a star that once called his own is now a twinkle in some else's eye.
He stops by a moonlit rose-garden, and tries to remember the sweetness:
tears roll down his rusty cheeks, when all he smells is emptiness.

What is a rose to Tinman? Its a place-holder of memories.
He opens the door in his chest, and places it in a nest of sleeping bees.
Tinman keeps on walking hoping the sun will never rise,
for once the sun has reclaimed the sky,
he'll only see:

his own desolation...
his own desolation...
his own desolation...

…so, Tinman runs from the sun-
he keeps on moving north-
because, he knows if he thaws: he'll feel again…

…that way he'll never have to feel…

…a star that he once called his own: is, now, so far away-
...so far…
...so far...

...so far away.

…knowing the sweet scent of a rose, in the noonday sun...
…knowing the sweet scent of a rose, in the noonday sun...

…so…far…

(all text and music by Istvan Peter B'Racz)