I don't know if I can tell you
anything at all, anything at all
I don't want to think about it
I want to be alone, can I be alone?
I don't know if I
can stand the sound
of that clock ticking
when I have seen the world
stagger, tripping
falling, kicking
This is my father's garden
this is where I came from
I am a tree enraged
my prophecy
the body is a cage
I don't want to look around me
I don't like what I see, I don't like what I see
Man take root and prostitute
his immortality for material things
I don't know that I
can stand the sound
of that clock ticking
when I have seen the world
stagger, tripping
falling, kicking
This is my father's garden
this is where I came from
I am a tree enraged
my prophecy
the body is a cage
I am a child
I am alone
I am a ghost
in the spiritual unknown
I feel no pain
slip from the flame
then I spiral skyward
to an evolutionary plane
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