Btw, in case you are wondering, the instrument used is an old 1957 Miniature Wind Organ.
No longer must the solar sphere
Be translated through shutters.
This lingering wish to stand
Has never resounded so soundly.
Lung crud clearing,
Morning phlegm unraveling.
Wheel me to the corridor,
Because you're bound to protocol.
Mini victories to keep me going
Make their entrances from time to time.
Somewhere unknown to eyes
These oddities are manufactured.
Thanks to anyone that has listened to the album. Check the rest of my list for the tracklisting. They go in the order I submitted them. I will have a full length out this Winter. We will be posting 5 tracks from that 33 track album, and we will be attempting to sell it. We figure 5$ for 75 minutes of music is a solid deal.