DESCRIPTION:
An original song about personal impermanence.

IN THE GALLERY OF THE DAGUERREOTYPES
A jug of wine, split between my friends and me behind the matinee at the gallery.
Reflections of little death portray the human helplessness.
It helps me identify with our dying breath.
Hell if I don't find that comforting, knowing that when I go I'm not taking anything.
But the camera only shows what she thinks she knows,
And she whispers, "My thoughts never decompose."
But the camera only shows what she thinks she knows,
And she's showing me alone.
Before you inevitably say goodbye to me
I'll have our daguerreotypes, our dead memories.
Reflections of little deaths help my soul undress,
providing me my own delighted rest.
I fell in love with a machine knowing that I would die without changing anything.
And she'll stop haunting me,
She'll stop haunting me,
She'll stop haunting me,
Eventually,
Hopefully.