Irreality
Perceive the spots of meaning flashing
From another me
Torn in a paralel world
We call it music
Trying to break out
And yet to rest
In the safety of sound
Come stranger
Follow past the guiding trace
Of synthetic frequencies
From the speaker to your heart
Atomic sounds form melodies
Where is the truth that you can’t see
Searching with your eyes asleep
Start
Come and go and stay and rest and leave
Music tells you what your eyes can’t see
Is it you or just a glimpse of me
Drug to crave or voice to set you free
In a privatized world
Worthless goods are not kept
Memories that do not
Sell are erased
So don’t give in to
Oblivion, pay
To make you faced
To face you’re made
Fate
Is old-fashioned
Create your own life
Word by word
Like we created this song
You can do everything
You can join every show
There are no borders
But where you don’t go
Subtly
Vaguely
Slowly
You notice
That you
Are downloaded
All
The way
To the
Sourcecode
Jan Schoenmakers, 29.1.2004, Jena
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