In Absentia:

Under a great civil war 
In the year of 44’ 
A Communist of Lord Byron 
The National Liberation Front 

I fled from Greece to Italy 
Had left my friends but kept my guilt
Dona es requiem 
A requiem to Paris

In absentia 

I regain the right to live 
To repay a debt to my fallen friends
Concentrated for twenty years 
A regime of the colonial 

In absentia 


In Absentia

An Die:

And if you feel like walking 
As are feet rest side by side 
Unique to the foliage 
A grass as green as you
Is called for muddy shoes 
Unique to the structure 

And if you feel like singing 
A Vibration of the sea 
Unique to the rhythm 
Couldn’t count on a symphony 
To replace those muddy feet 
Undoubted by beauty 

An die ferne geliebte 

And if you feel like walking 
As are feet rest side by side
Unique to the foliage 
A grass as green as you
Is called for muddy shoes 
Unique to the structure

An die ferne Geliebte 


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Oort Cloud: 


The sun it stays warm 
Etes for piano 
You are an Oort Cloud 

The eyes of tonality 
Electronic Cologne melody 
You are an Oort Cloud

Atmosphere, Atmospheric sound masses 
Atmosphere, Atmospheric sound masses 

You are an Oort Cloud, yea. 


Oort Cloud

Sigmund's Sword

Burial Ground 

Your mouth covered sand as you washed up on the beach
You live in a burial ground under Miwok blood you see

Collecting stones traded like gold
As you walk with your two feet 

Justinian spread your religion 
Through the future of the souls
Some say wisdom takes on wasteland
Through the eye of the behold 

Collection stones traded like gold
As you’re galloping on your horse

The devil sentence stays

Now we live in a swirl of thick disease spread along the sand
Salted words with tongues that tease the pleasure of the man

Collection stones traded like gold
Now you skip them in the light

The devil sentence stays
 


Burial Ground

Avignon:


Bird song, bird song
Faithful one, Faithful one
I am 
POW, POW
Quite cell, quite cell
Waiting for the war to end
Por la fin, por la fin

For the end of time 

Devine love 
Scales of duration 
Christ Crucifixion 

For the end time 
 


Avignon

Ramapo Mountains:

Will take me near Stony Point? 
Will you throw me off the cliff? 
Well I wish to be with my parents 
To be with the ones I still miss

Merce always know we will always be a two 
The flute and the piano will always be a two 
And when that silent breeze blows over the valley 
And touches your face with my silent face

Like watercolors they fade with time 
Like empty words I’ve spoken mine 


Ramapo Mountains

Past Lives

Shadow Somber

Everything Is Anything

Commonplace

Dihedral

Overflowing

Lemma

Curtis Park

The Salt

I'm turning blank pages on a blurry white line. 
As the arms go numb and the mouth goes dry. 
And he's sipping sangria in the temple of wine. 
I'm surround by the naked men who undressed his lies 

I know it's in my head.
I know it's in my head. 

Now i've trapped myself in a room of sorrow. 
as my blood starts to sweat and my brain starts to wallow.
And I'm standing in a room covered in needles .
I've died a thousands times and never once lived normal. 

Fog Rolls In

Sheer

Crooked Heart

Naked

Petty Lies

Meant To Be

Sick Of Fighting

Lucifer

Cruel Mistake

I dug for words to describe your memory 
under lousy weather I found a cave of paintings
set fire to a stick of cedar 
set fire to a wicked heart 
under lost translation you love that man in the dark 

we're overflowing 

I watched you swing your arms under that crackling crow 
as you kept no rhythm with the beat of your crooked heart 
set fire to a stick of surrender 
set fire to a defined love 
under lost translations 
you love that man in the dark 

we're overflowing 

Measure

Blurry Eyes

Desterilized

Azure

Twin Prime

Disappearing Ink

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