PhantasmagoriaA Story by Anna LundgrenInfluenced by Tim BuckleyPhantasmagoria Spin for me
and my love. For love and loneliness. Play songs from ancient times, enthrall
me. Make me smile once again, help these ceramic lips break free and breathe
life into me, this creature of stone. I cannot see nor hear, but I feel your
presence. Would you spin for my loneliness? Penetrate me with dream sequences. Tell me
your sin and I will laugh, tell me your sorrow and I will never smile again.
The colours of the rainbow are shifting, making me dizzy. Spin, spin, spin for
my love? Take those drumsticks and play me a song. Dress up in funny clothes
and make me laugh! Otherwise I will die, wither away like a rose burdened by
raindrops. I am drowning in tears of phantasmagoria. Clear my inner ocean and
fill me with words. I need less time, otherwise I will get lost in my labyrinth
of thoughts. I beg you for one more day, paint the world in colours and spin me
around. Help these bones to dance, give me rhythm and spin my world around,
round, round. Take me
back to times I have heard of, but never seen. Give me red balloons and
children’s laughter. Speak softly
in my ear and take down a rainbow for me " to play with. Spin me
around, spin for our lonely love. © 2013 Anna Lundgren |
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