Synaesthetic Monk's Blues

Phantasmagoria, magic lantern shows, spectacles without substance. They achieved complete sensory experiences through noise, incense, lightening, water. There may be a time when we'll attend Weather Theaters to recall the sensation of rain.

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The main thing a musician would like to do, is to give a picture to the listener of the many wonderful things he knows of and senses in the universe... I'm using the insides of sounds to move around in a very subtle way which, I think, ends up being inevitable. I feel it's the only solution to that particular problem that I presented myself.

Sunday, February 18, 2007


Dead cats, dead rats
Cant see what they were at
Dead cat in a top hat
Sucking on the young mans blood
Wishing he could come
Sucking on the soldiers brain
Wishing it would be the same

Dead cat, dead rat
Cant you see what they were at?
Fat cat in a top hat
Thinks hes an aristocrat
Thinks he can kill and slaughter
Thinks he can shoot my daughter

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Monday, February 12, 2007

You find me wanting
You find me bloodless but inspired
You find me out
You find me hallucinating fire

No narcotics in my brain
Can make this go away

I'm sorry that I'm not like you
I worry that I don't act the way you'd like me to


I've been in limousines; I've seen inside your dreams - it's raining there. Try not to stare

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