1. |
Soon Asleep
04:18
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Desolation springs for those
A cold on a midsummer's night
On Moon Avenue
Autumn is back
Dying bluejays sing
Every morning at the weeping fence
Hiding in fall dark trees
Lonely crying wilted leaves
Underneath the old sky
Many empty bedroom nights
Sketchbooks filled with jasmine scented days
Come away wind howling
Dusty clouds of raindrop mist
On a lake road towards nothing's winter now
Autumn window teardrops
Dripping branches scratching
Rainy chimneys look out
Fix their dead eyes
The peak's already covered in snow
Moving in now from the west
Silent flowers and dried weeds
Soon asleep in white emptiness
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2. |
East Wall
05:25
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A finished memory
Caught in stirring unbelief
Across the lavender horizon
Grey fingers claw
In the gutter where I’m who I pretend to be
Lie awake waiting, bleeding out the last
Fix the master heavy sleep
In a room with no lights
Under curtains kisses pour
Alien to remorse
Wounded lives like scattered ashes
Lifeless naked framed forgetting
Beneath their onyx surface
this inborn tempest rages on
Flexing dark and hateful
Nothing looks the same
Fading flesh grow colder
Towards the scarred actors end
Living of polluted water
”Just like the photographs”
Morphine colored clouds gather
Around a dying dawn
Gone
My garden is gone
My old garden with the cherry tree
The first
It was the first ghost
The first wind that blew through the flowers
Perished down by the railroad
Longing for the rare summer rain
Shattering clouds of lonesomeness
This one thing I found to tame my heart
I remember everything
My early years and their graves
Waxing, waning, blossoms wilting
Taste these dreams without sugar
No, the wild can but wander
Silver pavements in the rain
Out of breath a thousand miles
The Nameless angel does not remain
Whatever I thought saw there
Whatever I thought was here
Whatever I thought saw there
Like the garden is now gone
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3. |
West Wall
08:41
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Dim sunlight on frayed butterflies
Settling up the hills
Poolside for breakfast
Wisteria in celluloid
Past tattered squares in twilight
Read the billboards that line the streets
Blooming with their heavy lights
Deep drag on a cigarette
Red bar, screaming, howling from the stage
Ballroom draped in candlelight and smoke
Walking in the steps of a wilder youth
Moon cutting through the coast
Hell or heaven, what does it matter now?
To say I love this city
It’s streets, valleys and ravines
The Santa Ana wind across my cheek
To say I love this city
Where falling downs slowly began
Headlights approaching from a hundred years
To say I love this city
Mountains, beaches and heavy air
Sunset-colored waiting there for you
To say I love this city
Unceremoniously beautiful
It’s warm shadows glistening
To say I love this city
Dragged down bruised and bloody
Deep into it’s loving embrace
Hell or heaven, what does it matter now?
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South Wall
05:38
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Through heavenly dreams ascends
Of dawns as radiant as blood, arise
Let the evenings go farther still, now
It all just withers down
Deep black
Flaxen ocean
Into the waves that you
Slowly make
Deep Black
Flaxen ocean
Drown in the waves that you
Slowly make
Walking in the blue light
Shades of amber, vermillion, windows
Cruel scars on pale marble
An image that echoes the answer
Deep black
Flaxen ocean
Into the waves that you
Slowly make
Deep Black
Flaxen ocean
Drown in the waves that you
Slowly make
The soul takes a long bath
No more, the flower is gone
No eternal land to flee to, now
What to do with the darkness?
Deep black
Flaxen ocean
Into the waves that you
Slowly make
Deep Black
Flaxen ocean
Drown in the waves that you
Slowly make
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Felix Ahlström Sweden
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Post-Tonal Assemblages rendered in three disciplines.
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