There's a stake in my heart, like a heart in the ground.

Dirt fires come blazing up and dusting the air... ..

In a whirl of resonation the heart dies soft and dies young, over and over and beyond... .. Oh.

Because in this dismal life, we search for our moment, of sun's light, which we know in our bosom's will not last,

but rot.
but find out our pleasure so quick, so swift, and then it's smashed like a skull; for our dream to flicker and fade

like and flame, and ebb and flow like a river waning in it's mind/fullness and passion and kind.

And mud in and out the delta flow from mountains snow and stuck in, unmoving, you can't walk
in the time slowing/bending sludge edge. Of the river bend.

Contrary.  Contra.
dnuck in. snuck.
Provosa  Privosa.


We'll never bee the same again, our music is our own.  magic.

And people will say what they want about me, and think what certain things about me or a version
of me they thought that they knew or that had exisTED, but that is not necessarily a bad thing, 
because you cannot BUY that kind of publicity!



Featuretta.

You'll see some of my real colours this way, this day, this platform, and right now. ad here.