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Home recording with overdubs of "Golden Hair" by Syd Barret.

Golden Hair/By Syd Barret (Cover )

Home recording .
Day *A*        :Guitars
Ale Da Silva :Synth

Catalina Ether 1

I Started A Joke/Cover (Bee gees)Home recording

I see a window opening
in the  middle of the sky
I see window opening
above your head

I climb


I see the strive

Somewhere you’ll find me 
somewhere you’ll find me ..

I see a way happening 
as you thinking about it
I see the wave hunting you
Before you  know it ..

I see the grace flaunting around
But walked ../ slept
I feel the water falling in
the universe above all

I see you cry 
and I never loose the way 
I see  loosing  me under 
Frozen mountains




the wait too long

I’m coming to you ..
I’m coming to you

Other ways

of all the moments 
That I   That today 
I most remember one 
Of all the moments 
 Raining on me 
Before I close my eyes

That warm last day 
I crossed and fly 
But I held  your courage 
And strength 


Rising up before I Even fall 
A naive  one in the weirdest nights

Of the moments hitting me 
Right now 
I must remember one 
Of all the moments the were gone 
And drowned 
One is emerging now 

Wasn’t that a song 
Trying  to live
From the nowhere 
Now it’s a million lights 

Soon the origin
Of the next one 
Is Coming  to form fountains 


Blurred skies are singing
Meantime I’m sinking 
I’m laying here ...

I’m going somewhere 
I don’t know where 
You all disappear 

Only  illusions like 
The forgotten one ...

I don’t know if the underground
Is too far to hide
I don’t how many miles
The pavement wants
I don’t how to kiss
The darkest nights

But if you want to try
Your thoughts in melted stars

I don’t know where are the flowers
Of the lost parade
They used to be down in the trees
Fast motion clouds

And I ran and ran to hide
Being chased by whirlwinds
Commencing to find
A sense of known to a strange path

I’m falling in
With no compass in this world

The chilling harbors
Mistral people and mirages
Jump the rivers
Breeze sings with cynical tones
Abducted by the novelty of returning
With no tomorrow, nothing else to arrive

the Shore ,breeze and tears
were a multitude arrive
To the of life
And horizons
And tears
And the breeze of life
And the multitude arrive
With no tomorrow
And the multitude stays

Branches

MERIDIAN RAYS

Crossing.acoustic.landscapes.
LiKe.That/.In.The Inmensity too.and Expands.