Ancient Monoliths

Rotation

The Invisible Band - Rotation

Reconnect (Piano Version)

Reconnect Piano Version

Cosmic Waves

Hope

L'Instant D'Avant

get sad... </3 er?

cuz my back holds the weight, of a world that I hate. for your sake and your face. I don't break it all down. give me grace.

Can we make up and makeout on rooftops, they can't stop us.
there were whispers. quiet at first. they grew so loud I cursed the sound and then I caved in.
im sure youve heard this before

and my hands round your neck. what the fuck'd you expect. when i'm still in the therapy. whos taking care of me now. I found out somehow you've been moving on. as if there was ever a doubt.

I'm not sure if around you I'm safe in my skin. swear I'll die trying. let it all go and give in. there is no answer for the cancer that I found inside. only the promise that its not this when you die.

and your heart it turns gold we're all waiting to buy now. when the prices go up. you're still poor and you cry out. and we shiver in the cold. then we blister when its gone.

and I'm sure I've done this before. but how do you know.

I've been waiting up nights for you. putting up lights for you. find me out here
this is a sarcophagus cause I had had enough of us dying and leaving so little in closure. when its over I promise I'll stay. you don't worrry cuz you figure we're fucked anyway.

and as much as I know I still wanna hold on to you. hopeful as ever. its not clever. but thats what i'm gonna do. and fuck what I'm going throught, 

cause my back holds the weight of a world that I hate. for your sake and your face I wont break it all down. have some grace.

Choking Hazards

a track by Marco Lucchi reworked by Walter Fini

ottobre 2022

Walter Fini & Marco Lucchi - Regenbogenekstase (Teil 2)

Played & Produced by Martin Reed.
Artwork by Martin Reed.

Creation

Dance In The Rain

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In between the spaces 
I exist in phases
Run for cover then
Edit out the faces
You are in between
Me and something supreme
Faces me and says
I’m a cover band

Oh you wish you were jelling like me
I’m inviting you right beside me
Everyone is sick 
I cannot be thick
I cannot be sad aside thee


If we fall behind
You will see me grinding
To get back ahead
Leave the past behind me
Not a cover song
I wrote this one blindly
It’s a sonnet yo
I  discovered so

There’s a magic inside all us
We can still use today
Though we lost far more knowledge
Than we even have today

In Between The Spaces

Nouvelle version d'un titre de 2015.

The Dogs of Death

When the Dogs of Death,
Hungry and feverish,
Pass through the walls of my room to devour my soul.
My soul still warm to have so hated the fetters from my past
I want these Dogs to sink their sharp and raging fangs
Into my too white calcified flesh
And eat away this stone turned soft by the cold acidity of my last thoughts
And when my vital fluids turn to tar sinking beneath my weary bed
I pray these great hounds with their empty, cruel eyes to devour this vile bitumen
That has fired my deepest regrets for being human,
Sensitive and suffering
From others and from myself.
And then, with the last bite I will remember that always
I would prefer cats.
When the Dogs Of Death
Will be well fed my soul tortuous
They will circle around my cold bed
Waiting for the coming
Of the rest of the Wild Hunting

Lying there
My corpse
Not rotten but already corrupted
Will slowly stiffen up
So fugitive remains of my mind
Will coil up like a centipede In a puddle of my brain
So in a hound howl
Will come the time of the Others
The failures, the hybrids
These almost dead not completely alive
Those who exist only marginally
Between two non worlds
They will ooze from walls,
Will sink under furniture,
Will arrive in herd
In waves, in troops
In heap of empty and starving
Members and eyes

They will surround my stiff, mineral and rocky corpse
And will drip on me,
Will try to breathe their void In what is not already anymore me.
Without memory, without words and without thoughts
They will remember that they too one day should have died
But that their master refused them the demise
They are now condemned to remain puddles of undead and non life
Without getting anything other than sand, silica dust and cold ashes
To complete their empty orbits

Les Rives Des Temps

Les Chiens de la Mort

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Choking Hazards

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