I was in a lost continuum
dreaming I was in the forest of the sun
Distracted by your silhouette charade
In silence, wishing that the world would go away
Go away. Far away. Because there's nothing
that I really want to say.
I was in a medicated state
Walking slowly down your cold deserted street
I was trying to workout my escape
When all the while your vultures haloed over me
And I know what you're after
And I know what you're after
And I know what you're after
Melting in your ultraviolet moon
To frozen cold inside your clinical cocoon
Staring figure hovering over me
I'm trembling soulless in the eye of entropy
And I'm a castaway. A castaway, and there is
nothing that I really want to say.
And I know what you're after
And I know what you're after
And I know what you're after
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