Name: Olga by Stedmond Pardy
Duration: 3 min 54 s
Description: from my first book "The Pleasures of This Planet aren't Enough"

Waves at harbour front face in the sand.

Monkeys of God.
My love's written in blood and fire unto its own ends in the winter's bargain this solstace of the heart. Breath follows favoring the wind within the great bellows. My coat betrays innocence the transport is lovey dovey. On my back are the monkeys of God. They know the rhythms of existence. The corn is devoured through a picket fence. One yard sees the mill pond lilies of time. One yard sees a stranger crawling across tomorrow. A fairy goddess paints my face in vermillion ripples. I feel the light in my eyes   turn from indigo conflict to grey  armistice and my heart knocks against the doors of night. The rig is jig: sawed tapping and dancing   through these portals to the sunrise. I beat the sliver tabla it rings in my ear and in my conscience. My consciousness respires in stellar atmospheres I hold to the challenge of progress. It coughs up a painful methodology for the light breaks over rocks of continuance. Are babies barbed and blurred with shiny auras? Does a drywalled castle stand up to a rugged winter? I pace my room conversing with ancient voices. They tell me the importance of using time. The clock is a mean government and the ruler throws a tax on my pain. Exacting in change from the breaking waves reality pounds on my beach. There's ripples in the sand of my hair and in my mind's temples. Are you adjusted dimensionally? The machine adds to intoxication and birdies sing in natural chorus. Those throaty armies of earth's angelics. I'm in a case of rude purpose my cloudy state clears and drifts into the swirling lights of day. Are the bellies hard? Do the lights girdle the fallacies of a false equinox? Am I thinner than air by this invincible brilliance? The machine issues tin tickets. My run is a bear in the woods shitting dolls of flux and undead flowers. Life owns its hoop of passage and if the shaft equates within the portion of a real estate of a wounded purpose; the sum and sun is up over this inward fifedom and my eyes light up in the face of love.

Monkeys of God..m4a

Second Cup.
Cloak and harness yet the cog wheels roll. Tempers caught on hooks winde with wind and thunder. Cameo bumble be my priestess I'm suplicate the fate in reprobate roars. The mouse pumps the trap like iron. Camouflage the entourage allocate the midnight freight rate the date Neptune descends the space is wide open. Conscience is axed mercies exact the price is tables of crow the winds do blow. The expertise a sleazy breeze plastic elastic hocus-pocus hostess mostess tire iron on the dash. The owl sits by the headless headress he barks at the dark. Yet the croak spoke. He told the brains frosted in grains the nuptials spooky aftermath. Midnight bath a Roman soak. I'm glad you spoke pass the toke, the slime on you shines porcupine. Tell me dear do ghosts appear when the train derails. Bag's a dime bellies and rindes punch the time. I did mine on Frankenstein are the coasters rolling up the curtains. Game's a play on drugs and liquor i hate to bicker. I cracked Krakatowa with the muscular aorta nuggies the pieces float like slicks on Avalon.

Second Cup..m4a

MY HEART IS A PARCEL
THERE’S  COSTUME AMUSEMENTS  TUMBLING IN YOUR FEATURES; THAT GOLDEN THREAD OF CLASPED DEVOTION. IN STYLE A VELVET CURTAIN DRAWS ACROSS THE FIELD OF FROLIC AND YOU HAVE LISENCE OVER YOUR SHADOWS . FUNNY PAPER   PUPPY THE CAVELCADE DISCERNING WHILE THE BELLS RING, MAD CUTS IT UP TYPICALS. I’M AT THE GATE WITH BURNING FLOWERS AND THE METER UNWINDES ITS SHEET. ARE THE GEM SPARKS FREE LIKE MOON BUDS ON YOUR FINGERS? ARE THE CHAPEL MISTYS SOOTHING YOUR EYES PEACEFUL? IN RAPTURES THE KEEN EYEBALL FALLS FATEFUL YOU LAMBCHOP MY WINTRY HEART  FLAKING TO MAGIC! THE RETURN FROM THAT WRECKAGE BY THE SIDE WHERE INJURY FAILED TO END THE SEARCH FOR REPAIR’S GOLDEN ROOMS.

MY HEART IS A PARCEL.

from my first book "The Pleasures of This Planet aren't Enough"

Olga

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Vocal : Alp Yalçın (misucmaker)
Guitar : Ufuk Kayir

Winner: Jasmin Boivin. This track has a serious amount of groove! We felt this song fitted the celebratory mood of the contest the most, layered with great production, instrumentation, vocal lines and arrangement! "Harmonized" takes first prize.
https://songtr.ee/contest/25th-Anniversary-Contest

Olga

Stedmond Pardy

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