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The music of MBT reflects the brightness and energy of the sun, the
quiet wisdom and dignity of a mountain, the timelessness of the sky and
the invisible omniscience of the air. Indeed, both the music, with its
innovative use of varied instruments, and MBT's lyrics, capture the seasoned
tones and subtle curves of relationships between humans and all aspects
"Saffron" (Ocún), for instance, is a conversation with a flower:
"It is dark. It is saffron. Your warmth in my lap./ With a summer of fathers, we fly in winter lazily./ Darkness comes through the window into the front hall./ On the cobblestones, in the creeping ivy/ you sig. Saffron, you sing./ Before I meet you with a shadow/ I want to meet the hues of all your names..."
"We'll get lost" (Zabloudíme):
„Tonight we'll get lost/ we won't ask for directions./ We'll just see, we'll see/ something shine from the sky, and come falling./ The moonlight caressed the day and bettered the dogs./ The moonlight caressed the day, and you said/ Sleep. Tonight we'll get lost..."
"Little Animals" (Zvířátka):
"Around the oak tree/ happily thinking in the grass/ with just the midnight sun/ little animals make circles./ At the beginning of summer dances/ a light which makes no shadows/ sugarloaf of earth.../ At the beginning of summer, I dance/ I make no shadows/ I am not someone else..."
You are not the first to try to understand this poetry literally. Perhaps such poetry, however, is not to „make sense of", bud to accept with the senses. This you can certainly do when listening to the music of MBT. Just listen and relax, for "Above us burns a shepherd's moon./ Goat cheese, spring brandy/ fire and pewter, trout and vermilion./ We come with the red, with wine and snowdrops./ Week of granite, with a blinking flashlight./ Who else will come?/ Who counts the days as we do?" (Shepherd's moon - Pastýřský měsíc).