I don't see the world outside this room
still I connect to you
Flowing, both together, stranger streams
our spirits are mingling
And as we fall together
into the depth of night
to where faint light is glowing
that's where we come to life
to sing lost songs together
and search with our aging eyes
to swirl through dreams together
to silence the violence of
black hole entropy
...a dark hour waits for thee
You don't know the world inside my room
when I disconnect from you
From the madhouse church school brainwash days
I rise from the mortal maze
Above dark steeple'd playground's open grave
ascending the conscious dream
And as I fall forever
into the death of light
to where no moon is glowing
that's where I'll come to lie
to sing lost songs forever
and search with bedeviled eyes
to swirl through dreams forever
to summon the violence of
black hole entropy
And I know that there is nowhere to go
no, there is nowhere
yes I know that there is nowhere to go
save for down to Madeleine Grove
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth