( Wish you were here intro )
I am a wanderer who lives
in a curvature of time .
Hearing the laughter and tears of past lives
that have been erased by a spectral laser .
Am I that loser ?
Dark syd of the mind ,
spectacular jump ...
Relentless rhythm of pulsing hearts .
Musicality of a lonely soul that vibrates
on never ending strings ...
Suddenly everything goes quiet
like noise from the neon lights of nothingness...
The finery catches fire at the grand catatonic ball ...
Skeletons entwined in the torment
of an ambiguous dance ...
Wet moon lips stretched in a last welcome...
Grotesque antics and funeral faces
which are offered and inflicted upon me ,
prisoner of this curvature of time ...
Calling out to me ,
begging and cursing...
Genius is a lysergic gospel !
Here ,you are ,
gardener of a diamond
spewed forth by unnamed emotion...
Cambridge over troubled waters ...
That gilded cage popped up
like a zipper on pay day ...
the birdie has flown the coop...
Amazing zapping sounding
in echo chamber dissonance ...
I am crumped up in here ,
totally buggin' out ..
Book me a padded room
at the hotel California ..
Syd has totally fried his
neuronal machine .
it no longer pretends
and does not give change .
Gloomy weather for a cast ...
He hands me his chemical -enhanced axe .
tellin' me :
'' Dude ! Listen to this fuckin' chord !
And don't be afraid,I'm just a ghost
to whom alms are thrown !
I keep dying in a curvature of time ,
all starts in a finite system !
Guys let my cells piss in peace !
syd made a deal with a curve so pure
that it is unquestionable...
Facing inquisitive eyes this damn clockwork
gets tired of running ...
I am a ragging bubble too much afraid
of uppercuts !
I didn't entrust my destiny to Penny lane ,
I would be too much in pain !
Poor old seed you're nothing
than a gaze that no longer know
how to express the midnight ...
Lost in out-of seasons palaces .
Mansion in the clouds ...
Spin me round in a great jigg in the sky !
You will come back with the beautiful
devil's wings !
Reborn in a curvature of time ...
( Dedicated to Roger- Syd- Barrett )
Composer -Performer .
1946 - 2006.
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
It feels like a poem composed by pure inner resonance 🎸 - it plays out like a psychedelic track. Brilliant!
I always write connected on an internal multisynthetizer !
this is wonderful
Many thanks . Marissa sounds like a river...
That’s sweet,i know it has arabic meanings,my dad picked it up from a work friend (thank god because my original name was angelina jolie)
I was thinking about the Maritza river in Bulgaria .
Surreal and beautiful I picture a bowling ball placed on a cellophane fabric of time stretching it to the breaking point where the density of a black hole swallows it and no light escapes. Nicely done i recognize some of those tunes
He faced the dragon of the threshold and ended his life tending his garden...
What better way to go
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