Machines for living collapse in heaps of tin
and innocence falls from you like old skin
so that something can be born from the old life
we cannot live again - not ever again.
lyrics (c) Brian Purcell from the album Fearful Pleasure by Distant Locust
Awesome painting Michaela - combines well with the lyric.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Brian, I'm glad you can see the connection.
Deletethank you Efi
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