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Possibly - From spring 'til autumn
Unexpected - There was a way

Night to comfort me
Ancient path lead me through misty fields
Delicious waste

can't figure out
How to stay with clear mind- follow
Look for a yellow flower instead of a billion dollar
Dream about field harvest
Do not stick to steam

with him
The sorrow of night and all that was lost
He summons me to his breast!
And the forests and the fields ring
And the gardens begin to sing

""GASTRO LIEDER"" by Jørgen Teller

TASKS for solo-singer and sound-editor

1. make long tones
low bass while whisteling with hiss
midrange full

crowns the fields with flowers all the year,
Poor senseless Bess, cloth'd in her rags and folly,
Is come to cure her lovesick melancholy.
Bright Cynthia

change my way 
Keeping all my dreams day by day
There's no time for sorrow 
Change my path tomorrow
Not even memories will remain
In the end

Open your

for torture

Yet within the data was a greater finding: A metaphysical silver lining
An external field of moral inception that regulates internal

of beauty and pain 
It was love I couldn't master now I'm swallowing shame 
In a bottle full of sorrow that I borrowed today 
Sunken like the ships in the sea

light hidden by centuries of sorrow will shine again in my church

fear, hatred
torment, these are the foundations of my night
etrenal, moonless
colder

Close to tears, I'm all full up
There is no place left to
Run and hide, no piece of mind
Remains untouched by this
All that is, and all that will

crickets are screaming, smoke in the barn
just like a field snake eating a mouse
just like a blue gill, hook through its mouth
down, down in the ground

cry

Press on the gas then I’m goin’ full throttle
Cross on my line and I’ll fill you with sorrow
The mac and the drums only have fully auto
Fill you with lead

the trigger and go blow up all my brain
Demons in my head manifesting all this pain
Sorrow in my mind, this the shit that i can't maintain 

I wanna stand in

hundreds fifties, in the field, Griffey
Speak and be direct with your chest and we jiffy
When it rains it pours, good or bad, said 50
Driving by dumping

twice a day

Burning bright, flying high 
Burning bright, watch me shine

The most impressive of lies come from word of mouth
Then grew into a field

And I say this with
(No sorrow)
I hope your dream never comes true because
(Tomorrow)
That would mean the end of you, and I have
(To borrow)
The tools I

Win or lose, pick and choose
In an ocean of my sorrows guess I'm feeling blue
Mind lost in a maze stuck without a clue
Working so hard don't know

graves
Exchanging peace for the sword
Sorrow creeps throughout your soul
Betrayed by your leaders

Burning corpses litter the fields
Glory and honour now

the day
And protect your pride
The real recognise
The fake generalise
Up in their ivory tower watching with emerald eyes

Precious stones are moulded by

Crashing upon the ground like a lightning bolt
Arrows descend like fire 
Cursing the fields and streets with a desert wind 
Kneel to the withering

of ears
Even they are judged to a wintertide...
...judged by sorrow days

Through windows of sunken eyes
As time leads our summer's on
Nothing but idle

Behold her, single in the field
Yon solitary Highland Lass! 
Reaping and singing by herself
Stop here, or gently pass! 
Alone she cuts and binds

Sorrow and grief
Alone i walk
Across fields
Of crimson flowers
Frozen in time
This eternity is mine
From my wounds
I won't recover

Night-time tears

spring chicken this is ours
In these hours, I devour the sorrows of lady friends 
Let's take a chance and get cleansed by daily sins
I'm a sinister man,