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Teach Yourself To Fly

“Observe your breath
and try to remain an observer of the breath
when you feel in tune with the breath cycle
gradually let the breath become audible
without trying to place your voice
just let the breath vibrate the vocal chords naturally
and gradually increase the intensity
until it comes to the point when it´s time to decrease
then go back to the breath.”

The Dreamer is Still Asleep
Coil (Music to play in the dark #2)
Hush; may I ask you all for silence?
The dreamer is still asleep
May the goddess keep us from single vision
And Newton’s sleep

He’s inventing landscapes in their magnetic field
Working out a means of escape
We’ll cut across the crop circles […]

The beginning is also the end
Time defines it, time defines it
It will end
Like close friendship
Nothing could be further
We forget the space between people and things
Is empty
We forget, and don’t notice the loss

Crossing into venerable degeneration
It’s that radiant pollution
The god with the silver hands surveys this vast contamination
The dreamer is still dreaming
The dreamer is still dreaming

In the heart of your heart
Your eye remains
Is that hurt you? Is that blister you call loveless?
Your whole life is a cold slow shock
Your whole life is a cold slow shock

Take all your time
Track the shabby shadow down
Through hissy mists of history

The dreamer is still dreaming
The dreamer is still dreaming

Hush; may I ask you all for silence?
Will he wake in time to catch the sunset?
Hush; may I ask you all for silent?
May I ask you all for silent?

We are conceived in sound
we grow
and emerge in its wake.
Our history is a collection
of sound sensations,
experiences, emotions
All uniting into an aural identity.
It is this ocean
of recollections, sound images,
dreams, memories
We share.

– Stan Shaff, Composer