(rough draft recorded into a laptop mic)

:yrics :

Dad, we're both made of blood
Blood that's not our own
A home that was begun
Before we'd ever grown

Dead, one day you and me
Dead both we will be
But until then we blunder
Unknown to each other

You and me, it's strange
I see it in my face
I feel you taking shape-s
and lines install
I see you in the shadow
Crawling up my wall

So, since you're in my bones
Bones i've long outgrown
I made your eye an apple
A film lens of my own

'Cause we both know its fair
To take the ones who care
And lock them in a cage
From an early age

You and me can't win
There's something in the water
Deep beneath the skin

So we fall dumb
We speak each other's language
Yet not our mother tongue


So we stand scared
Of these familiar features
That neither of us share

Its all so strange
I hear you in the language
Falling out my face

But if we were to talk
What would we have to say
Two ghostly reflections 
One million miles away

And if somehow we'd see
All this time spent blind
The boy you see in me
And the man that's in my mind


"got your message. i remember the first time someone died on me when i was working on the bus. i felt like my luck had run out. a very powerless feeling. but then i saved someone's life. and i felt like allah himself. but then someone else died on me. and she seemed way to young to die. and then i started to see the whole murky no man's land that is the bardo between life and death. it's like another dimension. or a sister universe. it's very real and is always existing. like the unconscious. it's deeply destabilizing because it doesn't adhere to our laws. but we will all encounter it. for me it has lost a little of it's mystery. sorry i missed your call. we're on a bad streak of being out of touch. wish i was there with you to talk about this. did you know her? was it a suicide? i'll try to get you 2001 style in the morning. much love." LBR


Alex Klimovitsky