The Hypnogogue

(album: The Hypnogogue - 2023)

When you wanted it
I was there
When you first went in
No one twisted your arm
When you tasted it
Like you'd been tasting it your whole life
As you went under into unknown
Remember the music
Pulled out of your head
Tinkling piano trickling into the cans
Insulating guitars
Reptilian bass, the kick in your face
The snare in your heart

You won't get something
Did you make a reservation

You won't get something out of mind
You won't get some things outta my time
I got no reservations
You won't get something out of mind

Woozy strings in the garden
You finger the cymbals
You gawk at machine
Heads cast up your account
Suddenly we had too much
The organs were swelling
The moonbeams were burning
The arrows did fall
Then like the tide went out
The ensemble were dying
Quickening flourish
But that's another story

I gotta jet
It's already too late
It's already too soon
I'm ready to jam

Your tranquil apartment
The ambient music
Music for love time
Incantation in song
Now I stand empty-handed
At the threshold of silence
At the end of performance
At the end of a life