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released January 1, 2014


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Fairway Vienna, Austria

FAIRWAY is an Austrian/Viennese Band, founded in 1980. FAIRWAY plays Urban Folk-Rock.

"Cosmic Twig" Album Release Party: 20 Oct 2016, Replugged/Vienna

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Track Name: Do The Same
Lyrics: Brendan Kennelly (*1936)
Music: Walter Schleger & Fairway

Do not torment me, woman,
Let our two minds be as one,
Be my mate in my own land
Where we may live till life is done

Put your mouth against my mouth
You whose skin is fresh as foam,
Take me in your white embrace
and let us love till kingdom come.

Slender graceful girl, admit
Me soon into your bed,
Discord, pain will disappear
When we stretch there side by side

For your sweet sake, I will ignore
Every girl who takes my eye,
If it's possible, I implore
You do the same for me.

As I have given from my heart
Passion for which alone I live,
Let me now receive from you
The love you have to give.
Track Name: Tired (“Rest”)
Lyrics: Mathilde Blind (1841-1896)
Music: Walter Schleger & Fairway

We are so tired, my heart and I.
Of all things here beneath the sky
One only thing would please us best--
Endless, unfathomable rest.

We are so tired; we ask no more
Than just to slip out by Life’s door;
And leave behind the noisy rout
And everlasting turn about.

Once it seemed well to run on too
With her importunate, fevered crew,
And snatch amid the frantic strife
Some morsel from the board of life.

But we are tired. At Life’s crude hands
We ask no gift she understands;
But kneel to him she hates to crave
The absolution of the grave.
Track Name: Bird In A Cage
Lyrics: Traditional, 18th Century
Music: Karl Stepan & Fairway

As I went out one May morning
To hear the birds so sweet,
I hid myself in a green shady dell
And watched two lovers meet.

You courted me, was what she said,
Till you got me to comply.
You courted me with a merry mood.
All night with you I lie.

And when your heart was mine, false love,
And your head lay on my breast,
You could make me believe by the fall of your arm
That the sun rose in the West.

I wish your breast was made of glass
That all in it might behold.
I’d write our secret on your breast
In letters made of gold.

There’s many a girl can go about
And hear the birds so sweet,
While I, poor girl, must stay alone
And rock my cradle and weep.

There’s many a star shall dwindle in the west
There’s many a leaf below,
There’s many a curse shall light on a man
For treating a poor girl so.

Oh I can sing as lonely a song
As any little bird in a cage,
Who twelve long months astray have been gone,
And scarce fifteen year of age.
Track Name: Salley Gardens („Down by the Salley Gardens“)
Lyrics: William Butler Yeates (1865-1939)
Music: Manfred Schiller & Fairway

Down by the salley gardens
my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens
with little snow-white feet.

She bid me take love easy,
as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish,
with her did not agree.

In a field by the river
my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder
she laid her snow-white hand.

She bid me take life easy,
as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish,
and now am full of tears.
Track Name: Follow Poet („In Memory of W.B.Yeates III”)
Lyrics: W.H.Auden (1907-1973)
Music: Claude Gervaise (1510-1558) & Fairway

Follow, poet, follow right
To the bottom of the night,
With your unconstraining voice
Still persuade us to rejoice;

In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountain start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.
Track Name: Two Sisters Of Persephone
Lyrics: Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)
Music: Karl Stepan & Fairway

Two girls there are : within the house
One sits; the other, without.
Daylong a duet of shade and light
Plays between these.

In her dark wainscoted room
The first works problems on
A mathematical machine.
Dry ticks mark time

As she calculates each sum.
At this barren enterprise
Rat-shrewd go her squint eyes,
Root-pale her meager frame.

Bronzed as earth, the second lies,
Hearing ticks blown gold
Like pollen on bright air. Lulled
Near a bed of poppies,

She sees how their red silk flare
Of petaled blood
Burns open to the sun's blade.
On that green alter

Freely become sun's bride, the latter
Grows quick with seed.
Grass-couched in her labor's pride,
She bears a king. Turned bitter

And sallow as any lemon,
The other, wry virgin to the last,
Goes graveward with flesh laid waste,
Worm-husbanded, yet no woman.
Track Name: Messengers („To a Poet a Thousand Years Hence”)
Lyrics: James Elroy Flecker (1884-1915)
Music: Manfred Schiller & Fairway

I who am dead a thousand years,
And wrote this sweet archaic song,
Send you my words for messengers
The way I shall not pass along.

I care not if you bridge the seas,
Or ride secure the cruel sky,
Or build consummate palaces
Of metal or of masonry.

But have you wine and music still,
And statues and a bright-eyed love,
And foolish thoughts of good and ill,
And prayers to them who sit above?

How shall we conquer? Like a wind
That falls at eve our fancies blow,
And old Maeonides the blind
Said it three thousand years ago.

O friend unseen, unborn, unknown,
Student of our sweet English tongue,
Read out my words at night, alone:
I was a poet, I was young.

Since I can never see your face,
And never shake you by the hand,
I send my soul through time and space
To greet you. You will understand.
Track Name: Time („To his Watch, When he Could not Sleep”)
Lyrics: Lord Herbert of Cherbury (1583-1648)
Music: Walter Schleger & Fairway

Uncessant Minutes, whil’st you move you tell
The time that tells our life, which though it run
Never so fast or farr, you’r new begun
Short steps shall overtake ; for though life well

May scape his own Account, it shall not yours,
You are Death’s Auditors, that both divide
And summ what ere that life inspir’d endures
Past a beginning, and through you we bide

The doom of Fate, whose unrecall’d Decree
You date, bring, execute ; making what’s new,
Ill and good, old, for as we die in you,
You die in Time, Time in Eternity.
Track Name: Twicknam Garden
Lyrics: John Donne (1572-1631)
Music: Walter Schleger & Fairway

Blasted with sighs, and surrounded with tears,
Hither I come to seek the spring,
And at mine eyes, and at mine ears,
Receive such balms as else cure every thing.
But O ! self-traitor, I do bring
The spider Love, which transubstantiates all,
And can convert manna to gall ;
And that this place may thoroughly be thought
True paradise, I have the serpent brought.

‘Twere wholesomer for me that winter did
Benight the glory of this place,
And that a grave frost did forbid
These trees to laugh and mock me to my face ;
But that I may not this disgrace
Endure, nor yet leave loving, Love, let me
Some senseless piece of this place be ;
Make me a mandrake, so I may grow here,
Or a stone fountain weeping out my year.

Hither with crystal phials, lovers, come,
And take my tears, which are love’s wine,
And try your mistress’ tears at home,
For all are false, that taste not just like mine.
Alas! hearts do not in eyes shine,
Nor can you more judge women’s thoughts by tears,
Than by her shadow what she wears.
O perverse sex, where none is true but she,
Who’s therefore true, because her truth kills me.
Track Name: The Net
Lyrics: W.R.Rodgers (1909-1969)
Music: Walter Schleger & Fairway

Quick, woman, in your net
Catch the silver I fling!
O I am deep in your debt,
Draw tight, skin-tight, the string,
And rake the silver in.
No fisher ever yet
Drew such a cunning ring.

Ah, shifty as the fin
Of any fish this flesh
That, shaken to the shin,
Now shoals into your mesh,
Bursting to be held in;
Purse-proud and pebble-hard,
Its pence like shingle showered.

Open the haul, and shake
The fill of shilling free,
Let all the satchels break
And leap about the knee
In shoals of ecstasy.
Guineas and gills will flake
At each gull-plunge of me.

Though all the Angels, and
Saint Michael at their head,
Nightly contrive to stand
On guard about your bed,
Yet none dare take a hand,
But each can only spread
His eagle-eye instead.

But I, being man, can kiss
And bed-spread-eagle too;
All flesh shall come to this,
Being less than angel is,
Yet higher far in bliss
As it entwines with you.

Come, make no sound, my sweet;
Turn down the candid lamp
And draw the equal quilt
Over our naked guilt.
Track Name: Memories („The Memories of Days are Mine to Keep”)
Lyrics: Lauren E. Wang (*1988)
Music: Karl Stepan & Fairway

The memories of days are mine to keep,
But dreams melt away in the morning;
I never will reach my time to sleep.

At seventeen when she first made me weep,
I told her when I gave up with deploring,
The memories of days are mine to keep.

A soft pair of wings round my pillowcase creeps.
Though I think I once dreamt of dreaming of soaring,
I never will reach my time to sleep.

A chance encounter at the corner threw me deep
Into long gone nights of drinking and whoring;
The memories of days are mine to keep.

The ambitious always think to leap
From bough to ship to tower without mooring:
We never will reach our time to sleep.

I sit in my armchair next to the cheap
Tinny radio, roused by my own snoring.
The memories of days are mine to keep.
I never will reach my time to sleep.
Track Name: Evening Of The Year
Lyrics: Mathilde Blind (1841-1896)
Music: Walter Schleger & Fairway

Wan mists enwrap the still-born day;
The harebell withers on the heath;
And all the moorland seems to breathe
The hectic beauty of decay.
Within the open grave of May
Dishevelled trees drop wreath on wreath;
Wind-wrung and ravelled underneath
Waste leaves choke up the woodland way.

The grief of many partings near
Wails like an echo in the wind:
The days of love lie far behind,
The days of loss lie shuddering near.
Life’s morning-glory who shall bind?
It is the evening of the year.
Track Name: Green Isles („Love in Exile“, VIII)
Lyrics: Mathilde Blind (1841-1896)
Music: Walter Schleger & Fairway

Our souls have touched each other,
Two fountains from one jet;
Like children of one mother
Our leaping thoughts have met.

We were as far asunder
As green isles in the sea;
And now we ask in wonder
How that could ever be.

I dare not call thee lover
Nor any earthly name,
Though love’s full cup flows over
As water quick with flame.

When two strong minds have mated
As only spirits may,
The wold shines new created
In a diviner day.

Yea, though hard fate may sever
My fleeting self from thine,
Thy thought will live for ever
And ever grow in mine.

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