DESCRIPTION:
One of the last songs he recorded before he died. Recorded on analog tape in June 2005.


"An eye closes
Deep inside a flat against the wall.
The thought which doesn't go out;
Ideas step by step go their way.
Death could happen.
What I hold within my arms could slip away.
I dream.
Dawn at birth dies out
Annulled in a clatter of open shutters
if nothing were going to come.

There a feel where we still could run.
Unlimited stars
And your shadow where the avenue ends
Vanishes.

We'll see nothing.
Of all that was passing
We held onto nothing.
So many words rising.
The stories we never read.
Nothing.

Days in a rush for the exit,
at last the cavalcade is faded out.
Down there between the tables
Where they played cards
Where they played cards.

Down there between the tables
Down there between the tables
Where they played cards."