Filmriss
2008
A walk home alone on wet carpet,
(A night of which nothing will be remembered...)
Lost signal, where is my accessory harpist?
I hope this message was delivered:
Speak it out, he introduced me to her
a mental blackout– both confused
about my name, he left me a chair
with a quarter decade left for contact cues
Then fell many confessing words
smoked glass pipe, shaked hips
Exchange of thoughts about music is hard
on alcoparalyzed trips
Home into my bed, I awake at nine sharp
shreds of memories come up my throat
I know you dont play the harp
but anyway, were in the same boat
Both foundlings drenched in soup
of pseudo wit and taste
We clenched our teeth out of the cube
and hashed us to this place
We did join for fate
to become brethren then, in phases
at the stoner dellia gate
Ill await our future hazes
Prog shows, my harvest moon,
while we season our trippy bands
You coin me, I join you soon
Theres a reason I fell into your hands
Amnesia and an elfs cryptovox
my hybrid friends are compiled
Lets revolve the scene on equinox
before I forget our plans yet unfiled...
