Copyright Daniels & Durgy 2020
Gentle Rain Records
Written, Performed and Produced by Daniels & Durgy
Lyrics:
Take a look at me, not the man that I used to be because
Love let me down, what have we done
What was that you said, wish you held onto me instead but now
I’m not around, love let me down
I thought of you day and night girl, did you think about me
Those letters that I would write, crying out girl, that you ought to be
My dearest friend (arms around me) so we could spend (eternity)
Don’t let it end, oh girl, think about me
Tried to make love stay, but it only chased you away, and then
Life with you gone, what have we done
Finally moved along, loving on without you was wrong, and so
I settled down, turned things around
You talk of a love before girl, you talk about me
You reach out for something more, now you know
You’re reaching for me
You’re only one (thinking ‘bout me) 
And what we’ve done (thinking ‘bout me)
When love is gone, darlin’, darlin’, think about me.
I know it’s a killing game girl, but think about me
It never can be the same girl, just think about me
We share the seed, both hearts agree, and both hearts bleed
Holding him you feel empty baby but, think about me
Those dreams that you dreamt maybe girl, you dream about me
And how I feel (arms around me), a love that’s real 
Love lost forever, think about me
Love lasts forever, think about me

Chances

Think About Me

THE AGE OF PLASTIC POP

No Reason

As the rain keeps pouring down
I can't stop myself from feeling
As the wind blows all astray
I can't find my way

As sound of love is gone
As you told me to be free
As the smell of fear arrives

I close my eyes

1 - I close my eyes to see, the power in me
2 - I close my heart, to make sure it never falls apart
3 - I close my ears to hear, my own symphony
4 - close my creation, to live in my own imagination

No reason to cry

As the storm comes rollin' in
I can't handle these emotions
As the taste of pain appear
I don't want you near

As the voice of faith i lost
N' As you told me to belive
As the scent of spirit flies
I close my eyes

1 - I close my eyes to see, the power in me
2 - I close my heart, to make sure it never falls apart
3 - I close my ears to hear, my own symphony
4 - close my creation, to live in my own imagination

No reason to cry
No reason to cry
No reason to cry

No Reason

The Valentine
Melted in the snow
On the way home
I should know

Fresh yet faded 
Washed with mud
Hand writing 
Smeared like blood

Witnessing a fool’s confession
Blinded by love’s obsession
On the pavement there it lay
Too late to look away

Dismal day in February 
Heart caged like a canary
Suffocating in a mine
Tears well in my eyes

I knelt
And tucked it in my coat
The end of love
The death of hope

The world around me
Slowed to a stop
My heart ticking
Like a clock

Oh St. Valentine
Are you just one of the guys
True love, just throw it away
February’s darkest day

If I could travel back in time
I’d go back, wouldn’t I?
Or fast forward with no replay
In-depth analysis, it’s so passé

But love’s madness marches on
Do they see me on the lawn?
A lighted box where love is framed
I watch them thru the window pane
Oh St. Valentine
Are you just one of the guys
True love, just throw it away
February’s darkest day

Light a candle 
Say a prayer
He’s in love
And I’m nowhere 

Life’s a mystery
The cause unknown
Open up your heart 
Your cover’s blown

But my darkness 
Seeks revenge
A fast date 
With his best friend

Red sky, the lover’s couch
Haunting drama when he finds out
Venus smiled on his friend last night
When he sees us, he’ll see the light

Oh St. Valentine
You’re just one of those guys
True love, just throw it away
February’s darkest day

Oh St. Valentine
You’re just one of those guys
True love, just throw it away
February’s darkest day

February

NEGATIVE SILENCE

Morning   drops mommy.

Blackbird

noxpox - waiting for the weed

Reduction

"soliloquy"
手脂と指紋でくもる位牌哉
供花枯れてかさりこそりとひとりごと
父母死んでわれはかわらず食べて寝て

My parents’ mortuary tablets are dirty with my greasy hands and fingerprints.
Flowers discolor and murmur rustlingly.
My parents are dead, but I still eat and sleep every day.

art work: dokabalint via Pixabay

soliloquy

thank you for trusting me with your work ... I had a few goes at this .. Initially using the opening flourish in a toccata and fugue mimic .. However it turned out ham fisted and the opposite of what I had imagined ... I awoke at 4 in the morning .. Simplified it and then let the atmosphere and transmissions  around me dictate where it went ... Feel the force Luke etc etc ...  I am merely an antenna .. You did all the work G ....Its turned out nice again G ... R :)

Timbres ....  Gina Wood + Xitb

n o x p o x

An artist must be open to the muse. The greater the artist, the more he is open to “cosmic currents.” He has to behave as he does. If he has “the courage to be an artist,” he is committed to behave as the mood possesses him. . . .

The price an artist pays for doing what he wants is that he has to do it.

Pair with Patti Smith’s account of Burroughs’s advice to the young and his cameo in the love letters of Allen Ginsberg and Peter Orlovsky.

noxpox - waiting for the weed

noxpox (page 5)