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Ω
01:35
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Curves, sparks, straight arcs.
We disembark.
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Shadows are dragged by
the loneliest light
air leaves the balloon
the ropes, untied.
A downstroke
from giant skies
shouted in our ears,
in bright smoke
we improvise
just to make it reappear.
Look, from this angle
everything is black,
ropes are entangled
I can't go back.
Shadows are dragged by
my lonely machine
only waiting
for that light to be seen.
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Wasteland
03:32
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Feverishly I stray on these pavements
a genuine way to not exist
and galaxies of something different
are rumbling in the chest.
Nevertheless I shout from this corner
to the orchestra of sleeping men
to those who possess the slightest shortfall
breathing oxygen.
Pathways I review
within these crowded avenues are turning me into
a wasteland.
Sunstruck and moonsick,
these golden climes are turning tricks,
I'm slowly sinking into
quicksand.
Feverishly the seconds stay far-flung
luring us all to stray again.
In this mastery I'm long gone
breathing oxygen.
Pathways I review
within these crowded avenues are turning me into
a wasteland.
Unended sentence
allow me the magnificence
to burst out of my room
at firsthand.
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∆
01:07
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Infancy we cry obviously.
True deceit belongs to the elite.
Tie the great uncommon,
clasp the tragedy.
Dying things filtrate inventive streams.
Your decease: swallowing us at ease.
Tie the great uncommon,
suicidally.
Farflung children, do you see
how these corridors bleed?
Through the ashes we repeat:
thousand bottomless beats.
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Walk-In-Closet
03:22
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Step inside my hideaway
where inner enemies elope.
Wrap yourself in dim cascades
as you put on my wardrobe.
In this walk-in-closet
I found a universe unseen.
In this walk-in-closet
there is a nature in between.
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Descent
02:25
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Hayley jumped me
below and beyond
the canyon willow
soon she'll be gone.
And suddenly a flashlight
beaming my eyes to see a lonely kite
and a million raging shark-bites
gave her another name.
Across the bridge
behold: the glitch of my old habits.
Under water! Under water it begins.
Evolving parts
plunder the arts,
a vultures presence.
Oh my daughter! Oh my daughter you should know,
some day she'll return.
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Ice Cream Cathedral Denmark
Space pop from Copenhagen.
Ice Cream Cathedral steps out of the worlds of French 60’s pop, early 90’s shoegaze and new age.
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