The song I am writing is about a place of suspension. A bridge. A safe place even thou it is precarious and apparently dangerous. A place exposed to the winds of life. Constantly decostructing and reconstructing back again. The wide lungs of a free deer, breathing thin high air inthe headlights of a bullet.
* Deer lungs
* Wait for me
Wait for me. Nothing follows without bargain. You give, you take. You pay, you buy. My voice is my passion. Lost is a way of going back home and finding a place. So it is, for some of us who know the difference between nothing and too much. Between seeing and not seeing.
I wait for you. No luggage needed.
* 1999
This song was improvised word and music to remind me of something that happened in the year 1999. Something that modyfy my existance, my soul, my body and everyone around me. A true mutation.
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