If today I follow death
Go down its trackless wastes
Salt my tongue on hardened tears
For my precious dear time’s waste
Race
Along that promised cave in a headlong
Deadlong
Haste
Will you
Have
The
Grace
To mourn for
Me?
Will you
Have
The
Grace
To mourn for
Me?
Ferdi, I have been studying Jazz improvisation for 15 years, now. I still don't get this cacophony. Do you?
Sin melodia, sin ritmo, sin armonia,sin alma , sin musica.