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Late escape brushes with death’s door/
Against the grain professing the texture/
So surprised the moment is yes yours/
Do with it what you will fulfilling the folklore/

Trained journeyman turning in his stripes/
Learning his life is now government property/
Marred by the war he can’t speak properly/
He can’t find language to describe the anguish he’s seen/

But it reoccurs daily in his dreams/
Between asleep and awake unable to rip the seam/
Can’t tell the difference between sunlight and moonbeam/

Soon things evolve its inevitable/
And problems never resolve on schedule/
Street corner homeowner Uncle Sam left me stranded/
Knowing nothing but war and with it I’m branded/

I played your game made puppet of me/
Drug me through the dirt/
Showed me horror and to speak of it hurts/
So I stay silent some sad stories strum violins/
But instead I deadly kiss the horn and blow violence/

They label it free jazz but I’m a slave to a way of life dubbed nomad/
No man should endure such drudgery/
Instead of recovery I decided on becoming me/


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Myself in every note quote me on that/
Or transcribe the words in a musical format/
No is b flat and yes is c major/
This horn’s a steam engine so listen to the vapor/
It’ll take you to places beyond the paper/
Or can’t think of I call it the savior/
Repaying debts from all those I gave love/
Payment due like “hey, Ron can I stay with you”/

Just until I get my feet underneath me/
Discretely denied survive on my own then/
The lost soul knows no friend but his horn/
And plays compositions to proposition the morn/

Can’t form words to sentences or chords to songs/
Or good days to a stretch of positive luck/
Keeping the beat but my timing is up/
The downbeat surrounds me thinking the jig is up/

Not a give in; in me I’ll survive for centuries/
Bred through the music and the elements of inner speech/
Brought to my world the corner of Madison ave. and hey young world/
The choice is yours to voice right in spite of your apparent plight/

Look to the future there is sight/
Beyond sight beyond mortal torture/
Build a musical fortress/
No victory is ever lossless/

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Wings Of An Angel Israel

Beautiful, Dark And Haunting Celestial Architectures; Euphonious Shadows From A True Virtuoso In Ambient Music.
Humorously Referred To As An "Unmedicated Neurotic Genius", WOAA Is Hailed As One Of The Most Important Ambient Artists Worldwide.
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