Dario Bolzani - Heraclitus Club Lyrics

I bet it took you a long, long time to come here,
But you don't have to show the Green Knight any fear;
There's no card required, or need to further elaborate,
He is being paid to pretend to guard the gate,
By messing with people's heads on purpose.

Let's circle carefully on the hedgehog and the fox,
Fighting over the rug while spouting senseless talks,
Betting on who's going catch the best carnival food,
And who's going to be caught and served stewed.
It won't matter when they'll both break the curse.

Oh and you let your soul drag,
As a luggage thuds down the stairs,
That ghostly reverbs like a bloody club
And is in dire need of some repairs.
So let's get a fix at the Heraclitus Club!

The hatred on the cracks, makes the patterns flowery,
Running through the tiles of the wall like a bowery;
A fit décor that could match a submerged palace,
Where mermaids and kappas find their solace;
In a melody that you could only hear underwater.

And the ragdolls dance on lanterns,
They sway without strings attached.
So let's sit and munch on some grub,
And feast on your wits all mismatched.
A very real delicacy of the Heraclitus Club!

Odin at his table, raising his chalice of mead,
Since his horse went and won the race again.
Scribbling runes on a napkin that none will read.
For a poker night that will certainly carry weight,
Of new exciting events to arrive on his plate.

You gotta admit that it's a nice atmosphere.
Even the cynic in the jar would approve,
Of the truth that bleeds without any veneer,
On your cup with the floating eyeball,
Staring at you like a tiger ready to maul.

Comedians can barely finish their jokes
Before they become reality.
Crashing down like debris
Irony is terminally ill and hard to coax.

So You better show some actual spark of resolve,
Because even the sleuth and his older brother
Are aware of mysteries they'd rather not solve.

Don't worry about exiting this place,
Few stay with their heads in space.

You might have been invited but your not a member yet.

You just hit somewhere between edge and abyss.
Oh I know, I know, you never ever asked for this.
Popping out of the self-fullfilling prophecy machine.
At least once in your life, feeling less than a fly's dream.
A fish trapped in a pond who had a taste for the river's flux.

Hush now! The Nadir are up and we're about to play!
The Earl of St.Germain on keys and Faust at the guitar.
Quit your whining, I'll hold onto your ticket stub.
Go fetch another drink at the crimson bar;
I'm about to sing at the Heraclitus Club!