In My Garden
No matter how poor something grows
I went to marvel at immortals
they sent flaming blossoms to daze the eye
a bittersweet scent - it perfumed the midnight sky
we had a splendid summer
with no workout in it´s dance
the blessing of the sunrays
like a holy romance
but I did not see the beauty
all dissolved in inscrutable tears
my heart felt the sculpted tip
from the head of a stray speer
In my garden of immortals – I collect those famous sculptures
I saw holes in the ground – but no grave was ever found
Just a single skeletal hand – lay in this sacred wasteland (no kind of a brand)
A withrerd fountain – colored flowers of the mountains
In a dried out river bed - I lay down my head
Blood and sweat - they follow the thread -
it´s not like it`s said – Immortals can be dead
As always, a very unique production with lots of energy
the arrangement of the drums,bass and guitar constellation is very well integrated and has some exceptional and gorgeous harmonic sounds in there. The words are interesting and the delivery and performance is great. Over all it totally satisfied my particular ecletic taste, which is classic euro psychedelic and Krautrock. Fine stuff 5 *'s .
thats the correct upload for today! Newest Mortal for you