Slow and ceaseless motion
Of concentrated mass
It marks the time's existence
And carries through the past (carries through the past)
Suddenly, from nowhere, a spark approaches fast
Where did this simple object come from?
Imagination?
A shape so geometric disrupts the course of mechanics
I claim you mine, I want to ride you
And seize with you infinity.
My comet's gone now, passed away.
I hope it might return someday...
credits
from bare pleasure,
track released November 7, 2005
Lyrics by Fyodor Sakhnovski. Music by Fyodor Sakhnovski and Dave Nelson
Recorded by Dave Nelson at Alley Cat Recording (www.alleycatrecording.com)
Mixed and mastered by Kerry J. Haps and Brian Porick of Brian and Kerry's Batt'ries