Produced by Grantley “Daddy G” Marshall, Andrew “Mushroom” Vowles, Robert “3D” del Naja & Neil Davidge Album:Mezzanine [Verse 1]Love, love is a verbLove is a doing wordFeathers on my breathGentle impulsionShakes me, makes me lighterFeathers on my breath [Chorus]Teardrop on the fireFeathers on my breath [Verse 2]Night, night, after dayBlack flowers blossomingFeathers on my breathBlack …
Category Archives: Diary
The Light of Pain
The moments, they are full of Grace and every one feels love-like it or not For, we are born of spirit and in spirit, we live on And when the time comes to choose, ripe is the time to make a sacrifice Embrace the pain that comes and goes; embrace its light Clear the table …
X
What perfection of the precious gem as it lies hidden and full of grace and beauty and knowledge Every direction, it points and shows to the whirl that the point is to be clear at the feet of love who whispers, all that is truly precious remains hidden And the veils of the X that …
Pointing to the Exit of Hell
There is a negative charge for the eyeing of my scars, to ride on the wave of my scrolls, there is a toll for the treating of the wound and there is magic There is a negative charge for every rejection of the green ray of Holey Lucy, that shoots in and out of the …
Puritas
The mind unencumbered by each and every false master that do more than knock, they peer and bleat and wreck havoc outside Puritas At the claim of my true will, I take fire to fire and snuff out the minions of mire; at the claim of my true will, I take to air and clean …
We will Exit-Us (The Wheel)
I must move through this whirl until the moment comes and love all, exclude none I have given my blood and vow to what’s invisible to the human eye; I have given and gotten saliva My India, She connects to my spinning black Sun, green ray of her ease It streams down my face when …
The melancholy of most mournings
How to pick up speed when the whirl is shot to hell anyway; the heated, the so-called holy, they talk among the vines, of ‘niceness’ that doesn’t last and what does not matter is kept, as what does matter is abandoned How shrill, this droning is, the way that many pretend to be artists as …
The true face of Love
There is something in me that remains pure, isolated and complete as this man, he comes to wash my feet and I give him my secrets-one by one, I give him my trusted and true On an evening made of conclusions and hard decisions, it is we, the same as always, hashing it out like …
The way you take off your sins
Turn it off and remember your pain; the very thing you need to break the cycle and exit the wheel is the pain What must be done differently, how to see differently, in the kind of open mind that realizes and adknowledges what is a waste product in our very lives and can now go …
Burning the midnight oil
If only the information didn’t have to swirl like a intruder, some dancing, insolent maniac, the wheel would just crack at the ease of but one matter of fact; if only the tip didn’t have to hurt Such a thing like a baby that is really an idea-Parthenogenesis appears with a peculiar smile wrapped around …
The Immaculate Perception 