Sunday, December 20, 2009

Chanson d'un Jour D'Hiver/Blizzard Stupor with Ma'at

Don't let (its) beauty make you lazy.

Not that I have felt sorrow without reason
Joy is sorrow unmasked
Not that I have felt joy without reason
It's as if people came to Manhattan and acted like it was full of trees and grass instead of concrete and tall
buildings

Lull percussion heroes situated at the discotech shaking out your horoscope on some sometimes I feel like a
taurus, toward the arena of life
Brave enough for anything but silence, with all of its discrete momentum behind me like a gentle hunter fending my heart with languages I do not learn, but know