i was thinking in the shower last night, and it always happens that when i think i don't have a pen and have to rely on shaky evanescent memory, and maybe thinking like singing always sound better when you are walking in the wind or under a warm stream, be that as it may, i wanted to try a whole night after to record something about that shower thought about power, and it goes something like this. we are sad for what we have lost, for what we have lost we have given away, we have elected what we have lost, we have given our strength to power, and given our very only world along with our strength to power. our strength and our aspiration has been seduced by the powers that be, so that we are unwittingly or unwillingly aligned against nature, against ourselves, for the powers that so fleetingly, and endlessly, be.
well, it went something like this. it's another day, and i wish you could have been under that warm shower with me, and that i could really sing for you.