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“Wisdom that will bless I, who live in the spiral joy born at the utter end of a black prayer.” • — Keiji Haino
“The subject of human creativity is not an ethnic-centric, but a composite subject.” • — Anthony Braxton
“… It is not my mode of thought that has caused my misfortunes, but the mode of thought of others.” • — The Marquis de Sade

Friday, January 6, 2017

And Every Night Is Wedding Night In My Bed

Her heart’s a foreign place
I visited for a while
And although I try to please her
She came at night and stole my visa

Come away now, run away now little man
You’ll not make sense of it
Try as you might to understand

David Sylvian || Blemish

My mind has been wandering
I hardly noticed
It’s running on its own steam
I let it go
Oh here comes my childhood
A penny for your secrets
It’s standing in the window
Not out here where it belongs

David Sylvian || A Fire in the Forest

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