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Here are the 8th and 9th songs I wrote for my album. The second song is inspired by the novel of the same name by the late Kurt Vonnegut.

Self-Reflecting Vertigo

When I look into the mirror
Just who do I see?
That person staring back at me is really me?

I look into my pupils
Searching for my light
I just see some rough meat
Heavy and white

I don't see my consciousness
I don't see my mind
I just don't see anything
But that doesn't mean I'm blind

It shakes me to my core
When I see my reflection
I don't know why
It's just a light projection

The world fades away and
So does space
When I look into
My handsome face

Vertigo
Vertigo
Vertigo

I don't see my consciousness
I don't see my mind
I just don't see anything
But that doesn't mean I'm blind

Vertigo

Bluebeard

Rabo Karabekian, a man of art
He became a grumpy old fart
In the war, he lost an eye
All his old pals committed suicide
Abstract art was his livelihood
Even back when it was no good
An Armenian, and proud to be
Living alone until Circe

This is the tale of the blue bearded man
If he can't paint it, nobody can
His life was always a righteous yarn
Like secrets in a potato barn

His parents had for him some mighty plans
How they died, we learned on the sand
Circe Berman would prod and shove
Marilee and Edith, his two true loves
Dan Gregory was a mighty prick
All modern art would make him sick
The mass of souls was the final solution
His old friend Paul wanted revolution

This is the tale of the blue bearded man
If he can't paint it, everybody can
His life was always in constant flux
Like paintings made with Sateen Dura-Luxe

The most and least a man can cry
When he says to all "Good-bye"