3 WAY MIRROR is about a lost identity as experienced by a twenty-eight-year old who thinks he's Charles Randall, until strange events suggest otherwise...
This is to remmeber someone really special, because I do, and I allways will. In memory. xxx
Opal constallations of a living
One year gone.
Fifteen long. See my hands
Rise to lead you in
Let you go.
The earth at your grave is not waterlogged
Anymore... Unlike my eyes
But suicide, and wired up lives,
Deadend years-
Cease to exist.
Now.
The hardest thing I ever had to write
But the drip keeps on
Driving me along
So glad we have that song.
And you?
I live the days like a twin- more
Energy with my other half inside
I die away in dreams with the dead
Of one year gone,
And more now.
We are just the pawn pieces
Of his larger game plan
We make the best of what we have.
Gliding over guitar strings, reflecting
Throughout seasons.
Love me.
Whoever knew he'd take those
Dylan lyrics literally?
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Bleep- 'the end of your message'
A tear for one year
One year gone.