01 Chromo
02 Chromo II
CHROMO
OF SOME KIND OF LOVE
CHROMO
IN SOME SIGN FROM ABOVE
PHONO FOR EVER LASTING KINDS OF LOVE SIGNS FROM ABOVE
CHROMO [LOOK AT THAT LAUGHTER] PHONO [LOOK AT THAT LAUGHTER]
CHROMO IN SOME SIGN FROM ABOVE THAT CAN HARDLY WAIT TO BE SEEN
PHONO FOR EVERLASTING LOVE
IN THE GLIMMERS OF THE BETWEEN
04 The Instrument
IS THERE LIFE IMPARTIAL TO
[HE KNOWS, HE KNOWS]
CONCERNS OF THE INSTITUTE?
[HE KNOWS, HE KNOWS]
HE KNOWS WHEN I’M ASKING [TO BRING THE INSTRUMENT]
HE KNOWS WHEN I’M GRASPING [ONTO THE INSTRUMENT]
UNTIL ETERNITY ITS LUKEWARM
FINDING PLEASURE THAT I’M FREE FROM
WE CANNOT FALL, OUTSIDE IT ALL
WE CANNOT FALL, OUTSIDE IT ALL
THE INSTRUMENT I CHOSE, TO HELP ME TO DISSOLVE
PAINT BRUSH STROKES MIGHT APPEASE THE ENDURING OF HUMAN NEEDS
STILL MY DEFAULT PRACTICE
[PLAYING THE INSTRUMENT]
WE CANNOT FALL, OUTSIDE IT ALL
WE CAN TRY TO GET ALONG
THE INSTRUMENT I CHOSE, TO HELP ME TO DISSOLVE
IN THE OCEANIC DISCONTENTMENT WE ARE SWIMMING IN
03 Airtight
CLUTCHING ONTO TIME CLOSER TO THE BODY IN A BID TO REMEMBER
TIME, TIME, TIME, CLOSER TO THE
TIME, TIME, TIME, CLUTCHING CLOSER TO THE
THAT THE BODY KNOWS THE HEAT WILL COME
FAINT, SLOW, GROWING, DRIFTING THE MEMORY REMEMBER
05 The improvisation 001
We can path splintered delays
if you only ask me, close your eyes, find your way
Stretching an extremity will soon snap comforts modesty
Tempering a triptych of our chimes
Solace stirs when solitary sleeps
Emotion, guided by a motion
guided by a motion
Guided by emotion
Treading through atonal land
You may not know where you are, but you’re here where you are
As we glide discreetly bind
We’re confined to new designs
AS we glide to new designs
Guided by A motion
06 Television
ALL THE HEADS IN THE TV
FIND RENOWN IN VICTORIES
WEARING THE CLOTHES OF VERTICAL PEOPLE SHADING EVERYTHING
YET OUTSIDE THERE’S A SEA
WAITING TO BEGET
PEOPLE PATIENT AS THE STONES THEY PICK UP WITH BACKS THAT ARE ALWAYS WET
ALWAYS WET
TOO OBLIQUE TO TELL A VISION
THAT FORMS ANY STRAIGHTENED LINES FEEDING THEIR FEARS TO PARALLEL PEOPLE FEIGNING EVERYTHING
ALWAYS WET
DID YOU DO IT FOR LOVE? DID YOU DO IT FOR FREE?
IT LIFTS ME UP AND NEVER PUTS ME DOWN
07 Some Day Later
DID YOU DO IT FOR LOVE? DID YOU DO IT FOR FREE?
WARMTH WAITS FOR THOSE WHO
STEP THROUGH NEW CITIES
IN THE BURST OF A BRAND NEW DAY
THAT KEEPS ITS SECRETS FOR US TO UNCOVER
MORNING SHOWED MERCY TO OUR SMILING REPOSE
IN OPEN SPACES I LOVED YOU WITH KNOWING SKIES ABOVE YOU THOSE DAYS ARE SEE THROUGH
SHUTTER SPEEDS TO CAPTURE A SILENT STREET TAKING ITS TIME TO FIND YOU
TAKING ITS TIME TO FIND YOU
08 Darkened Corners
I KEEP MY EYES OPEN
TO SEE LITTLE SCREENS
IN DARKENED CORNERS
AM I THE SHADOW IN YOUR PHOTO?
I CAPTURE MY QUIET WORLDS
IN WINDOWS AND MACHINES
THEY DON’T LOOK AT ME
AM I THE MAKER OF THIS TABLEAU?
A FRAME WITHIN A FRAME
AN IMAGE SHOWING IT’S SEAMS FOR I DENY THAT, DECISIVE MOMENT
I SEE SIGNS THAT SATISFY ME
AND QUESTION THEIR ROLE
AS THEY SHAPE IT
IS THIS A STRUCTURE OR A PATTERN?
I HIDE FROM PREOCCUPATION
BEHIND MONUMENTS
THAT ARE REFLECTED
KNOWING THAT ANYTHING COULD HAPPEN
A FRAME WITHIN A FRAME
AN IMAGE SHOWING ITS SEAMS FOR I DENY THAT, DECISIVE MOMENT
AM I THE SHADOW IN YOUR PHOTO?
AM I THE MAKER OF THIS TABLEAU?
IS THIS A STRUCTURE OR A PATTERN? KNOWING THAT ANYTHING COULD HAPPEN
IF YOU DON’T KNOW THE ANSWER THERE’S NO USE GETTING CLOSER IF YOU CAN’T FIND THE ANSWER IN DARKENED CORNERS
09 honfleur Remembered
IN THE ART SHE MADE OVERLAPPING ALL
OF THE PLANES AND SPACES WAS HER WAY OF
BREATHING, BREATHING...
TEXTURES
TOUCHING BUT NOT MEETING PATCHES OF PRECEDING DOTS AND LINES
DOTS AND LINES
SHE FOUND STUMPING TO BE MORE VISCERAL
IN THAT WAY SHE COULD MAKE THE COLORS KEEP ON REACHING, REACHING...
SKETCHING
IMAGES WITHIN THOSE
LIKE LOOKING THROUGH SMALL WINDOWS
OF HER LIFE, HONFLEUR LIFE OF HER LIFE, HONFLEUR LIFE
10 BEAM/S
TILL THE SPRING IN HER STEP FINDS A WAY TO FORGET
TILL THE TRAILING OF LEAVES FORMS A PATH TO PERCEIVE TILL THE SUN AND ITS BEAMS SHINE AS SURE AS THEY SEEM TILL THE SNOW HITS THE ROOF THAT’S CONTAINING A TRUTH TILL THE SEASONS REVEAL SOMETHING TRUE
SOMETHING REAL
TELL THEM YOU’RE NOT... TELL THEM YOU’RE NOT...
I’M GONNA BE THE ONE WHO NEEDS YOU
I’LL TAKE CARE OF YOU
I’LL TAKE CARE OF YOU
YOU
I’LL TAKE CARE OF YOU
TELL THEM YOU’RE NOT, TELL THEM YOU’RE NOT, GOING AWAY TELL THEM YOU’RE NOT, TELL THEM YOU’RE NOT, GOING AWAY
WHEN YOU MAKE ALL OF THOSE SILLY MISTAKE
11 to Offer, to erase
12 The Room
THE MOON IS IN THE ROOM
SO CLOSE THE DOOR
BEHIND A SKY SO BLUE
IT’S LOOKING AT ME
SEARCHING BUT NOT FINDING [WE DON’T KNOW WHERE TO GO] DRIVING AT ANGLES
YOU TAKE IT ALL AWAY
BUT IT’S NOT THERE ANYMORE TO TAKE AT ALL
IT’S THE LAST JOURNEY WE’LL TAKE HOPING TO FIND YOU THERE HOPING YOU’LL FIND ME THERE
A WHISPER IN A SEASHELL
AN ABSENCE OF LIGHT
[WE DON’T KNOW, WHERE IT IS]
LUCKY CLOUD TO WITNESS ALL
[WE DON’T KNOW WHERE]
YOU TAKE IT ALL AWAY
BUT ITS NOT THERE ANYMORE TO TAKE AT ALL
IT’S THE LAST JOURNEY WE’LL TAKE I HOPE YOU’LL FIND ME THERE
ON THE LAST JOURNEY WE’LL TAKE HOPING TO FIND YOU THERE
FIND ME THERE
I HOPE I’LL FIND YOU THERE HOPING YOU’LL FIND ME THERE
AN ABSENT EXPRESSION, EVER SO OBTUSE THE ROOM IS EMPTY, SO CLOSE THE DOOR CLOSE THE DOOR
HOPING TO FIND YOU THERE
FIND ME THERE FIND YOU THERE FIND IT THERE
13 By its Light
14 Transmission
HE CROSSED THE ROOM LIKE DAYLIGHT
AS A NUMEN APPEARED OUTSIDE A CAFE
TOGETHER, TOGETHER
THEY DROVE AWAY FROM THERE
IN SEARCH OF MEANING, LIVING NOT BREATHING IS SHE ALIVE?
SHE SAID ‘MY BREATH IS COLD AND I TOOK MY TIME
TO UNLEARN
THAT LIFE IS DIVINE’
THE VOICE ON THE RADIO A BROKEN TRANSMISSION AND BEYOND THE WINDOW A NEGATIVE IMAGE
THROUGH A MIRROR HE STEPS THE POET CHARMING DEATH AMORPHIC FEELING
JUST LIKE HE’S DREAMING
CHASING THROUGH THE RUINS OF THEIR BELIEFS
HE GRAPPLES WITH HUMANITY, AND THEIR IMMORTALITIES
TRAVELING SLOW BUT SOMEHOW THE WIND BLOWS TRYING EVEN THOUGH HE’S BEEN TOLD TO TAKE HIS TIME
BETWEEN TWO HE MUST CHOOSE; TO RETURN OR TO LOSE
A FATAL BEING
TASKED WITH UNSEEING
Is she alive?
15 Drawn and Defined
HER SMILE RINSED OFF, CLEARED AND FORGOTTEN
CAUSE YOU HAD HER ON YOUR MIND, TRAPPED AND CONFINED SHE’S THE EARTH AND ALL ITS MATTER
BUT SOMEHOW SHE FITS YOUR DESIGNS, DRAWN AND DEFINED
SOFT VOICES SHE HEARS AROUND THE CORNER
DON’T FIT THE TEMPO OF HER SONGS
[SHE MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME, MADE FROM THIS EARTH]
IN THE COLD LIGHT OF DAY
IF MY PRECIOUS,
SO CAPRICIOUS BODY WAS TO CONFORM TO ITS FATE IT MIGHT SURELY FREEZE AND CRACK
SHE MIGHT QUESTION IF TODAY HAS HER NUMBER OR NOT [SHE MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME, MADE FROM THIS EARTH
IF MY PRECIOUS,
SO CAPRICIOUS BODY WAS TO CONFORM TO ITS FATE
16 Stones
OPENING THAT THIRD BOX YOU COULD FALL INTO A WORLD, ONE THAT SHOULDN’T EVEN BELONG TO ____, BUT IT DOES. A PASSAGE LIKE NO OTHER, EXISTING IN BETWEEN THE BOUNDARIES OF A HOLIDAY DESTINATION AND LIVED EXPERIENCE
THE PHOTOGRAPHS COULD ONLY TELL US WHAT HE’D SEEN, AND POSTCARDS WHERE HE WISHED HE’D BEEN. CINEMA STUBS WERE THE MOST TELLING, HE HAD BAD TASTE BUT A STRONG SENSE OF TENDERNESS
HELLO BEAUTIFUL FACES AND BAD FASHION ARTEFACTS. PAMPHLETS OF NIGHTS THAT MUST HAVE MEANT A LOT, OR THAT HE WISHED HE COULD HAVE MADE IT TO, IN ANOTHER LIFETIME. AN EMPTY PACKET OF SWISS TOBACCO THAT EVEN NOW IT WOULD PAIN HIM TO THROW AWAY BECAUSE IT COST MORE THAN A CROSS-COUNTRY TRAIN. GOOD JOB HE’S HELD BACK PLENTY OF TRAVEL CARDS TOO
“MAY THE SUN SHINE ON THE ROAD YOU TRAVEL, AND BY IT’S LIGHT MAY YOU EVER BE LED.
STILL IN POSSESSION OF THE KEY THAT OPENED THE HOUSE WHERE YOUR PENCHANT FOR COLLECTING THINGS BEGAN- SEAT 8A, HOW WAS THE TURBULENCE? IS THAT WHERE YOU DRANK YOUR LA CHOUFFE BEER AND DREW A PORTRAIT ON THE COASTER?
WHAT DID YOUR FORTUNE READ BURIED INSIDE THAT COOKIE? MAYBE I’M READING IT NOW THROUGH THE FRAGMENTS OF WHAT YOU LEFT BEHIND
THE INDONESIAN POSTAGE STAMP COULDN’T PAINT A MORE DIFFERENT PICTURE OF YOU THAN THE BUSINESS CARD FOR A CAR SALVAGE LOT BASED IN ST. HELENS
STOCK AND SAMPLE SALES AT THE DOMESTIC BOTANIST
A PAINTED ROCK FROM THE BEACH
“SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO LEAVE PEOPLE BEHIND TO FIND THEM” READS THE FORTUNE.