If it be even more music that you seek and if your appetite has only been whet, then you must check out other works that I've
written by checking out my short film,
Moving Wallpaper: http://youtube.com/user/BlueMouseFlea_______________________
__________________________________________I think it was Varese who once said that music was organized sound
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_____Compositions: mathematical and precise plottings of
notes into graphs______________________________________________________
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_____I'm working on some new songs but they still need much cutting and
slicing and copying and pasting and recording and sirens and
raindrops, etc, etc.________________________________________________________
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_____We must be insane with music. How else can we transcend anything?
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_____Rar!little plastic chair
next to the little plastic table
drink this sugarcane juice
and eat this tiny lime
watch the machine
feed the machine
Hey you, yes you,
come be a string on my guitarwatch the waiter sleep on a beach chair
put chili powder on the melon
watch the lady wading in the water
collect shells and tiny fish
and sand
those tiny wet rocks
see what the girl's reading
professor's sleepingprove your manliness
eat a pepper
I'll outlive you
I'll win this game
and be the stronger
go into the ocean
fully clothed
then play chinese chess
and call the airplanes
tell them to come in
with the acoustic theremin
and stand in the center of the boulevardeat dinner on the balcony
across the street
from the iridescent silvery statue
watch the running geckos
listen to the karaoke music
warped by the heat
and distorted marching bandsask the hotel bellboy if they sent him
he'll say no
old people's eyes turn clear
and when you turn lights down
they look orange-yellow
we can play now
you see, I have chopsticks
I remember you from my dream
then I sent you the postcard
with the monk and the digital cameraclimb the mountain
to stand next to the t-rex
in front of the elephant
and come be a string on my guitar______________________________________________________
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