I T I S W R I T T E N 2 0 2 1 : With A Nod To Paik, Parquet And Phillips

 

M O M I J I : Momiji + Kage

 

G P S

 

F I N G E R P R I N T S

 

Ce N'est Pas

 

C E R T A I N T Y o f U N C E R T A I N T Y

 

L o s t F o r W o r d s

 

I was spending my time in the doldrums

I was caught in a cauldron of hate

I felt persecuted and paralysed

I thought that everything else would just wait

While you are wasting your time on your enemies

Engulfed in a fever of spite

Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades

Like shadows into the night

To martyr yourself to caution

Is not gonna help at all

Because there'll be no safety in numbers

When the Right One walks out of the door

Can you see your days blighted by darkness?

Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?

Stuck in a world of isolation

While the ivy grows over the door

So I open my door to my enemies

And I ask could we wipe the slate clean

But they tell me to please go fuck myself

You know you just can't win

Lost For Words      Gilmour / Samson   Pink Floyd

S a v e A s : R i g h t H e m i s p h e r e

D R O U G H T

 

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All I have is a voice  
To undo the folded lie,  
The romantic lie in the brain  
Of the sensual man-in-the-street  
And the lie of Authority  
Whose buildings grope the sky:  
There is no such thing as the State  
And no one exists alone;  
Hunger allows no choice  
To the citizen or the police;  
We must love one another or die.

W. H. Auden