We. Organic images. Dissolving earth. . Our future children. Stare at us unfixed. From a residence of stars. In their sidereal ships. Ho sailing beyond within.
(music arcwelder/words s. macdonald). I have this dream involving you and me. It grows then fades changing every day. Fine tune it then it fades out again.
(music: s.macdonald/arcwelder lyrics: s.macdonald). He who hesitates is me[. My indecision's yours to see. I have these words to say. But they don't come til you're away.
Deira dagar har m?rkna. Moder jord meld sitt fraafall. Men sverdet har gaat vidare. Til ein ny b?rar. . Me er einsomme menn. Me b?r fenresulvens muspell.
(s. macdonald). . Hey - be wary of your heroes. They will always disappoint you. Ok I know that you are lonely. You're reaching out but only - they don't even respect you.
Spit white speech. the voice is mine. the skin of the slit. cut cigarette size. . The butt size head. voluptuous white. cum cigarette slit. the spitting line.
Deira dagar har mørkna. Moder jord meld sitt fraafall. Men sverdet har gaat vidare. Til ein ny bærar. . Me er einsomme menn. Me bær fenresulvens muspell.
(w graber). Hold me to something besides this 'i don't mind'. 'cause I'll line the streets without you and your kind. If you feel like lying you'll fit in after all.
It was a dark night, I couldn't see;. And senses were unbound in ESP. . When in dream awake,. I'd paint.. Subconscious, the expanse I saw. . The portal to minds eye, open!.
Ready or not, could this be true. I feel the same vibration when I'm yr go to. I'm yr go to. . Chains are broken, we were livin' in doubt. It took a sentimental melody to figure it out.
("I know that without me God cannot live a moment;. If I am destroyed He must give up the ghost". Angelus Silesius). . I beseech you, God to whom many sinners pray.
(music arcwelder, words s macdonald). There's something happening to me that we should be talking about. I can't eat or sleep you don't think anything's wrong.
The subjects of sleep. Their faces once awake. on sodomy and death. and smoke and laughter. their feet no longer. underground. . The snow hides the traces.
(w graber). Pulled all the answers from the air. Believed in beliefs but didn't care. Visionaries lost without a clue. And all the lost will look for what to do.
Choking on a wishbone. In the firing line of lovers. Who will never slow down. . And I won't let you steer. Commandeer the atmosphere. Since you suggested running away.
(w. graber). . Unlock the door. Up the stairs to see. And light shines through. A window near the peak. Here's the khouri. Here's a man. And someone cries.
Naar vinteren tar bitter fart. Og steiner sprekker I frostklar natt. Ved svarte tjern under naken li. Da er villmarken vond aa ferdes I. . Vi befarer store sletter.
Stuck at your front gate. With some pictures I just want to hand ya. (Pictures, pictures, pictures, pictures, pictures). . Almost made the door knock twice.
(w graber). They borrow words for thoughts and steal what they feel from fools who choose to feel. For every black and white for every ash to ash shades of grey will clash.