This is no way to end
But a good place to start
There’s a cloud in the sky
And it’s shaped like a heart
You don’t know where you’re going
Until you know where you’ve been
Till the years start showing
Through the lines on your skin
No mistakes for Heaven sakes you're
Drawing lines in the Sands of time
Half past eight
You're sitting on the Hands of fate
Half past ten
You missed it again
Half past nine
You're sitting on the Hands of time
Half past four
You chose the wrong door
There's a cloud in your heart
And it's shaped like the sky
The world's spinning round
In the tear in your eye
What’s the price of success?
A pound or an ounce?
Don’t mind the weight
It's the volume that counts
Cherubim and Seraphim and
Little lambs eat Ivy
If you focus on one
The others are blurred
The seeds of your fruit
Should be seen but not heard
There's a cloud in the sky
But it's only pretend
This is no way to start
But a good place to end
The painted stork Strikes the tuning fork in the
Waning moon with a Runcible spoon
Glowing melodic synth sequences meet jagged noise and other industrial textures on this new LP by soundtrack composer René G. Boscio. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 13, 2020