How could such an incredible place not have its own theme?

all the pounding waves drowning out the sound the sound is poison diving down below sinking very slow drown away the sound if I, can't make it stop your soliloquy I feel the death inside me in this succession the still and quiet I will succumb…

all the pounding waves drowning out the sound the sound is poison diving down below sinking very slow drown away the sound if I, can't make it stop your soliloquy I feel the death inside me in this succession the still and quiet I will succumb…

It was composed pretty long ago and recorded by my friend V. Gorbach while I was in Russia. This piece is just a lute music imitation.

all the pounding waves drowning out the sound the sound is poison diving down below sinking very slow drown away the sound if I, can't make it stop your soliloquy I feel the death inside me in this succession the still and quiet I will succumb…

all the pounding waves drowning out the sound the sound is poison diving down below sinking very slow drown away the sound if I, can't make it stop your soliloquy I feel the death inside me in this succession the still and quiet I will succumb…

the ever growing night hides the sight of your sleeping body and slide right in next to you and try my best to hold you tightly just an hour earlier so hard to hear above the screaming and left alone at 1 a.m. this futile gesture lost in dreaming…

the future is uncertain as certain people know the road behind as vague as the one before us certain singularities seem less certain every day the road less traveled once so clear has simply gone away check the compass, check the atlas, wish upon…

facedown far from only, every bit the proper gent feeling very tiny, kindly pass along a hand and please stifle the laughter as I crown the better man borrowing the gibberish, this continental drift line up the idiots and choose your tool…