Something of an End

by Patrick the Pan

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We. We are just a form of reaching what You want. What your sick dreams brought. You. You think You rule this town, but there are cracks on your crown, there are cracks on your pride. And our bodies are floating down the stream. What is left from us, will end up in the bin. There, Were many just like us. Wandering around, just waiting for your knives. And You, Hold the future in your bloody hands. Live sacrificed for science, leads to murble monuments. While our bodies are floating down the stream. What is left from us, will end up in the bin. Gold and silver are not enough, Watch the pills keeping us calm, Can You fell it… Gold and silver are not enough, Watch two bodies becoming one. Can You see it? Harmony turns into storm. Pain is illusion. You want to live. So we’re gonna play the men behind the sun. Pain is solution to keep living, so we keep playing the men behind the sun.
Slowly 03:52
Every single blink You make Makes my whole world shake, Every demon I wake, You make them all melt, With a single breath, But they’re the top of an iceberg And beneath, There’s still someone so frozen... Wrong, This is all so wrong, I should be hanging now, Body immersed in thorns, Sewed lips’d be screaming on, If your love had a sound, It would be sound of falling slowly feather, This is what You’re to me A falling feather, Why are You still right here? This is the time when You run... If this was a fairytale With a happy end You would turn into a stone And crash me down forever
POV 03:38
We build empires, we walk the moon, And than return to see. That You look exactly like we want to, Pure biology. I see You. You can’t see me. I like the way You look today, Watch out behind, there are monsters. They’re just tools, that’s what You say, Innocence drawned in hungry stares. Get off her! Bastards, get of her… My favorite part is when our eyes met, Letting outside all my love, Than I realize that I got jewed by digital dream, This is the part no-one speaks of, But I do, but I do. We don’t say goodbye. We never say goodbye. We go to bed and sadly smile, alone at night.
Warm Gold 03:50
How come I still flote? Many band things done just to know. What cotton hides It’s always the same Too many wise souls, Lost in the stupid game. Mother nature’s Best joke. How we sometimes act, Makes me choke. Giant’s weakness That makes them crawl Flimsy seconds Spent with the warm gold.
Bubbles 04:53
Wakey wakey brainless friend, today You will see my face for last time. Sound of chain like waterfall, moaning eyes in coldest blue will stall. First You need to find anchor, take him to the place, that no-one knows... What if someone will find? Do You remember, a little box? I remember every touch of yours, I remember every, every single walk. I always wondered, what’s behind that wall. Little cats and little birds were only ones, who ever tried to steal your gold. First You need to find anchor take him to the place, that no-one knows... Here’s the devil’s small advice, thorns are always better, are better when sharpend. What if children will find? You know I trused till the end, when You took me, and showed me the world behind that wall, You know I trusted till the end, When You took me to the place that even children didn’t seem to know. You know I loved You till the end, till the bubbles stopped escaping from me body...
Remains 04:45
Every time You’re so Uneasily close, My lips are working, Against my laws. Let’s take another shot, Leave my drawning in your eyes. Infinity’s o’clock, Something’s dying,we’re hypnotized on dance floor. Morning birds are, Breaking into ours night, All the dirtiest thoughts, Conceouring our palms. When the reason sleeps, We’re part of the great escape We can hide from others, But can we run away from our faith. My biggest fear, Is eating us both alive We’re in right place, But we met in wrong time. And in the morning, Reason will wake up in it’s bed, But should I be scared of now The strange feeling in my head, that remains. It’s not like You think.
We. We are storms, consuming the peace in our heads, the peace in our beds. The scars on my back are what’s left. There, There were holes, We filled with With storms in our heads. With storms in our beds. With scars on my back. Becouse the love that I dragged was to be woken by the morning after. It was to be alive, by the morning sun. And the path that we walked was leading nowhere but to disaster. Such a sad and a perfect fall. Falling down, Into the jaws. The moon and the crane, Watching us. Stones, In my shoes, Will they always be there, Despite how perfect is the path?
Finally the wind has blown It took away your skeleton But there will always be, a little bone… Finally I’ve raised the walls An exile will not come back home But there’ll always be, a little hole… Words are always braver at night. We met too early, we both now. And I was cutting, the branch I was sitting on. If You come closer, listen to my chest, You’d hear nothing, but yet I’m still not dead. And You, You’re telling we’re all right, But We are two different rainbows, Over two different cities. We are two different cities. I I will I will never I will never learn…


Album written, performed, recorded, mixed and mastered by Piotr Madej at home in the living room.


released December 29, 2012


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Patrick the Pan Kraków, Poland

Nie mam na imię Patryk. Jestem Piotrkiem. Patrick The Pan. Piszę. Gram. Śpiewam. Zwlekam. Jestem pocieszny. Ale. Smutne piosenki. Nie o miłości. O miłości. O zwierzętach. O ludziach. O was. Cześć.

My name isn't Patrick. Peter I am. Patrick The Pan. I write. I play. I sing. I procrastinate. I am funny. But. Sad Songs. Not of love. Of Love. Of animals. Of people. Of You. Hi.
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