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Confusion. I understand the reason why I'm here, but that reason is a ghost. I look out at life and the mirror reflects nothing, I speak but the sound is lost in the void, the mazes of my being deny illusory contacts, I'm carried by a self that looks at me from another Universe.
The spaceship is a merry-go-round tilting in the primordial lands of my being where I recognize only my invisibility. To long for the alchemical cloud to communicate perfection. In absence, I meet Syd, we exchange pleasantries, we know how things stand. It's a private exchange, sorry. Nick was busy with black holes, a tough job. We'll see each other next never. Christa is a bit further on, seducing nothingness, she nods to me in greeting. With Piero the Italian requires caution, even here "brilla diVino". Friends...
The curse of having a voice that reproduces the sound of Creation resonates with everything else. Surpassing the vanity of being, but also of not being, not even nothing remains. I pulse in an impersonal solitude. The musical skit lingers over the essence of missing, missing your non-being. Setting a date with oneself (?), lingering over the refusal to show up. Suspension...
I accept on a soul level the power of light, but the body cannot endure it. The Archangel within me initiates self-combustion. Conscious destruction eternalizes me, disintegrating the doubt of the truth of feelings. Love plays love, I play no more. The evanescence of lies is only the shadow of the ray. Conscious sacrifice grants unlimited credits towards nothing, nothing they will remain. Shipwrecked forever, I don't even reach the illusion's shore.
I'm trying to reach myself without stretching out my hand.
Hey! Say something, Tim. ... something...
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
04 Driftin' (08:12)
When there's wine in your belly Love rhythm's on
your tongue For you are a woman And each man has been
too young But for me you were a lover Gently
under your cover Your sheet reeks of odours Oh i
came here to hold and be held for a while I've
been drifting like a dream out on the sea I've been
drifting in between you and me Everytime i think about you
I can't remember what i said or did Was right or
wrong, you know i just don't remember All i wanna be
is what you mean to me All i wanna be is what you mean to
me Late last night as i dreamed in dizzy sunlight
I thought i heard your bare feet up the stairs Just
like a fool, just like a fool I've been drifting
Like a dream out on the sea I've been drifting in
between what used to be
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