Swimming in a dream
Is no training for swimming
In actual water
An obvious problem
Too late to be solved
*(I really must learn to swim soon. I should’ve learned this as a child, but was allergic to something in the water which kept me away ever since. And maybe now I’m just a wimp!)
Let’s get talkative
Converse in cooperation
Dress like heirs or
Circulate a dose of our sweet drug
To confuse the rebel market
Allow nobody to shoot the timetable
We’ve generated eternally
We have a conscious index
Of how this voyage should end
So don’t let the mess transform you
Recording fragments
Through invisible sketches
Standard performance
Yet still revolutionary
It’s not what’s underneath your clothes
It’s what’s underneath your soul
Which makes me love you for life
Betrayed in favor of something new
Forecasted to never make another sound
Now: rising like a phoenix from the flames
Can you hear it?
I tried to love you more than I could
More than humanly possible
But it only transformed me into the green-eyed monster
Dedication glued to sacrifice
This bubble is no sanctuary
To miss the fantasy outlook
Of younger years is a judgment
Chain imagination to unrestrained passion
My heart falls asleep when you’re not around
My word is goddess It's not an invitation But a prophecy
Inspired by Folk, Blues, Psychedelic Rock, Krautrock, Electronica, Punk, Industrial, and Noise Rock I make music alone and with friends since 1998.
Photography: Every story has a picture and every picture has a story.
through the darkness there is light
poetry of Stephanie McManus
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We only live once. Hence, let's not stop dreaming
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