I loved you in my own way
I know you'll never understand
I held you in my own way
I know you'll never 
Stand under my window again
With your pearls and your cross
And your raging eyes

And you loved me in your own way
You know I'll never understand
And you held me in your own way
You know I'll never 
Lie in that hammock again
With my strange fever dreams
And more

And I know we were not the first
In the caves or on the land
And I know we were not the last
In the jungle where 
The tigers and the lions
Swoop for the kill and land
Every time

And we loved in our own ways
You know we'll never understand
We held a man and a woman
A boy and a girl and the air
Between them all

You Know I'll Never Understand

Lyrics:

In Harlem the spectres eat the sun
The park smells like vodka in the mist
Like a child in fever I tremble
As she leans in for a kiss

Now come on 
Come back to me
Tatyana come back to me
Come on
Come back to me
There's nothing in you 
That's not in me

And war is coming soon they say
The West is lost in its mind
A cross stands naked by that old sea
But in Harlem I know someone still sings

So come on...

And I remember your voice in the dark
Your eyes as you sang in the rain
There was love in the barren trees that night
And in the end you sang that's all that remains

So come on...

(Come Back To Me)Tatyana

Sophie Scholl stood tunic and all near the edge of the yard
Her mother had sown it her she softly told the guard
And the laid her head upon that sill
Her eyes unwavered and still
As the silver blade came down for the kill
A handmade moon rose on the hill

She was twenty-one years old her hair was short and dark
Her eyes could pierce the rain that fell that night in the park
Where the men sang Lili Marleen
Oh and how your face too it seemed
To haunt my every dream
And the moon was handmade for them and clean

And all the senators all the kings all the students and priests
Woke up the next day got ready for their feasts
The sky was same and so was the ground
And they were the same as they are now
And you were the same as you are now
And I was the same as I am now
And the handmade moon made no sound

And what a splendid sunny day, she said, to stand in the light
As men dream of death, she said, I dream of life
For what is kindness if not by man
What is goodness if no one will stand
What is strength if no one will come
And the moon was handmade again and young

Sophie Scholl And The Handmade Moon

You gave me a flower death in spring was its name
And we strolled through the garden hand in hand in rain
The garbage men hauled out the empty blame
And below the one handed machines they hung
The last generation waltz was young

The white circle the slow ripple of the drops
The evergate shivers in every touch
The watchmen too count petals for every grudge
The metal electric sheep dreams of snow
And the last generation waltz playing slow

Oppenheimer he weeps in the corner so thin
His everlong girls forget their skin
Forlorn emperors barter for silver in the wind      
In tune the orchards bend and sing
The last generation waltz in every spring

We kissed again in an old American car
Whatever we carried we carried it a bit too far
Oh just haunted lazy half-lovers in fall
Your eyes quivered in the blue light of the clocks
Oh you know baby, with me it never stops

And being right was the first step being wrong
Achilles speaks as his spirit turns in song
Green fields and mortal doors at dawn
The leopards arch their brazen spines and howl
There never was quite a time like now

You gave me a hyacinth they called me the hyacinth girl
We peeked through the keyhole where all the worlds twirled
Steel men danced with their wives in love and snow
And below the one eyed machines they hummed
The last generation waltz forever young

Last Generation Waltz

In the early dawn of thunder rain we ducked under the pines
Our weary feet and eyes lost and numb
Then we heard your high ember sound coming from trees
Tuned the strings and followed you down

Down into the green the wild falling leaves
Down into the flowers and the bees
Oh deep into the waves and unto the sigh
Of the velvet veiled summer in the sea

Down into the deep-delved earth
The sunburnt mirth
Into the dream

And the silver soft ether crown on every living sound
And every unborn tree twig and stone
Yes we'll go into the storm now with our feet and hearts warm
And bellies full of honey and dew!

Far into the blue
I'll fade into you
My dryad, my queen!

And rolling skies of angels of fire and ice
They trembled on the wind at your song
And we flew through the land through every stone and man
Our bodies high electric low...
And free! !

To A Nightingale

Lyrics:

The bells ring the evening wears an iron mask
The generals are asleep now their strap-ons hang by the flask
The scholars' feast is halted by Einstein eating grass
He's ignored when the beggar comes in to calculate the past
And Adam the smith is wasted on his invisible rum
That's force-fed like language by the magistrate's son
On the hills the rain whispers of souls undone
Of equations of reality that have just begun

The Hungrese princess shows off her led-plated teeth
To commemorate the marches where all the men were set free
The crowd sways to her lips the sun stares half-cocked
Little girls hand out pamphlets where every past king is flogged
The veiled market merchants they've got democracy on sale
It's stored in tulip bulbs only five grand they yell
The ghost of Caesar too he comes to nod for he knows
Illusions of change are worth their weight in gold

Beauty is the beast on revolution street tonight
On the bones of her face waves of twin-slit light
Selene the Nerubian queen her magnetic stance
Leads the coming assault now fourteen henchmen dance
On Victorian graphite tanks evermore once forged
Yes heavy weighs the gown on Cleopatra's corpse
Beneath some ancient sun she too played her role
With illusions of control tattooed on her soul

On them old ghost-ship docks tomorrow it never comes
The skeleton machine's built to make the universe hum
Time's poured in like wine and soon too Eve's gone
She's being tied to the gates now between night and dawn
When the stench gets too vile wise men'll stand guard
Beneath the mountains of Bether on every courtyard
Two-legged drums beat at her iron heart
Where equations of reality are forever carved

Inside the old movie house the pictures move so clear
The evening's feature begins tonight everybody's here
Hear the air on your skin hear the long engine squeal
Hear the man stand up shouting goddamn this is real
Then management ties him down Clockwork Orange style
And Maya runs her warm hand all down your spine
Watch the spectre of centuries roar against the dawn
Tonight the bells they ring and the mask is on

Illusions/Equations

A songwriter. 
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EPs:

First Tapes (2019)
Movement (2021)
Violinblood
Another World
Equal In Ether

A.F. Palm

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