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    Naked among the Wolves of Madness, amazing lyrics

    in The Performance Hall

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    Naked among the Wolves of Madness, amazing lyrics

     

     

    Allo!
    I am a stranger 
    that speaks to you 
    arm in arm of a late pride 
    that was slept in the ashes 
    of the one I was

    Do you know?
    today
    it's a good day
    the sky 
    is blue
    I am alive
    and free from you

    Do you remember?
    you made me a castaway
    with no boat, nor sea, nor earth or sky 
    the only thing that you left me
    was the darkness
    where I survived

    Naked among the wolves of madness

    I was a ghost between my dreams
    nothing but you in my landscape

    I was so lost in loving you
    naked among the wolves of madness

    but today
    it's a good day
    the sky is blue

    When cold burns

    in The Performance Hall

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    When cold burns

     

     

    I'm cold 
    but I stay still 
    without even trying
    to put on my jacket

    I light a cigarette and inhale 
    the smoke 
    slowly
    without knowing for sure
    why do I repeat this rite
    that burns me 
    between its threads

    I think of you
    I think of me
    covered by the cold 
    that stirs me 
    that stirs me

    I think of you
    I think of me x2

    Music

    The streets empty 
    with the breath of winter
    while the leaves 
    wander 
    puting upside down 
    the order 
    that existed 

    and while I smoke
    time seems a friend 
    who sat  to chat with me
    of your silence
    and mine
     

    The Spell

    in The Performance Hall

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    The Spell

     

     

    I hunt rays in the storms
    while truth burns behind
    that truth that is already smoke 
    and that you will never know

    nothing will come out of my mouth
    nothing to break the glass
    of the mirror in whose spell
    you and me look at us

    I hunt rays in the storms
    while mouths of past 
    drown
    in the evaporated water
    that escaped from the flames

    Nothing more fits in that mirror 
    but the earth and sky of your kisses 
    and the water and fire of my clouds

    Sound Testing the New Strymon Reverb and the New Strymon Delay Bucket

    in The Recording Room

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    Sound Testing the New Strymon Reverb and the New Strymon Delay Bucket

    Take 3 - Strymon Cloudburst - Strymon BlueSky - Strymon Brig - Gibson L4 Ces
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vCozxohuD9I
    Take 2 - Strymon Cloudburst - Strymon BlueSky - Strymon Brig - Gibson L4 Ces
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=he_3yzh9wRg
    Take 1 - Strymon Cloudburst - Strymon BlueSky - Strymon Brig - Gibson L4 Ces 
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ScBPwt3mKAQ

    Ambient Guitar Music/Takes 1-2-3/Strymon Cloudburst/Strymon Brig/Strymon BlueSky/Gibson L4 Ces

    in The Performance Hall

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    Ambient Guitar Music - Take 1 - Strymon Cloudburst - Strymon BlueSky - Strymon Brig - Gibson L4 Ces 
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ScBPwt3mKAQ
    Ambient Guitar Music - Take 2 - Strymon Cloudburst - Strymon BlueSky - Strymon Brig - Gibson L4 Ces
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=he_3yzh9wRg
    Ambient Guitar Music - Take 3 - Strymon Cloudburst - Strymon BlueSky - Strymon Brig - Gibson L4 Ces
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vCozxohuD9I

    Surely more than one of you have felt like this at some time, like a Fly on the tongue of a Frog

    in The Performance Hall

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    Surely more than one of you have felt like this at some time, like a Fly on the tongue of a Frog

     

     

    There is no 
    movement 
    in my mind
    nor words 
    looking for more words
    my thoughts are dead
    while I watch 
    the walls
    the lamp
    the sleeping clock
    and that closed door
    that makes me feel
     like a fly 
    on the tongue 
    of a frog 
    at the mercy 
    of the voracious appetite
    of the end of a dream

    Where is my essence?
    The bottle containing it
    now is broken
    only a slight aroma remains, 
    so diffuse...

    How to stop this reality
    when Yesterday is  dressed  in badly laid bricks

    How to retrace a path
    lost in a discarded draft

    How to avoid those stones  that I trip over 
    even having changed my way

    how how how

    Lost in the trash of Past?

    in The Performance Hall

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    Lost in the trash of Past?

     

     

    I kept in my eyes
    the light that touched you
    just before your goodbye

    I kept in my heart
    the silence that remained
    when the door closed

    closed 

    goodbye

    and when the clock 
    in the hall
    announced midnight
    I had become a paper
    forgotten in the trash
    of your past

    I go

    I come

    between the furniture
    everything is jail
    in my darkness

    I am a drowned ghost
    in the well of the past
    looking for you without findin

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