More lyrics from the forthcoming album: Seaworthy Vessels are in Short Supply
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Ceiling Becomes The Sky
There no longer is a place for you
The day arrived so fast
Deep inside the moments still
A descant from the past
The mariners are searching
You've been far too long at sea
No reclamation sightings
No path to comforting
That is best that rests so near
Embedded in familiar ways
Blankly staring at a cup
They've come to take your tray away
In a dream I watched you walk into
The grove behind the house
A timid step, and then you paused
Noticing the clouds
To learn, not worth the asking
In the unspoken reply
Circling the narrow room
Ceiling becomes the sky
The sunrise through the curtains drawn
Indifference to another dawn
Speaking softly to your son
There is plaster where the sky belongs
Swiftly comes the eventide
Closing in on every side
Dispose of every plan you made
The walls become a palisade
Copyright 2017 Montagnola Music
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The year more than a quarter gone, and approaching a breathing space after feeling submerged since the calendar turned to 2017. It has always been hard to make current work the omphalos at the neglect of incoming strains of melody and visual language. There is no stenographer or gateman to record or detain the invasion, and one dare not waylay or douse the spark of creative thought for fear that it may not choose to visit again, or only in a diluted form...
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Panel in progress, touching on a thematic thread...
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