"Nothing left but
Nothing left but
improvisation to the poem OOby BIrgit Zartlhand over the opium pipeshe saidor there will be nothing leftof your left foot
hand over the opium pipeshe saidor there will be nothing butlaughter and death
hand over the…"
here in mp3:
just singing the wonderful words of Birgit Zartl again:
Something about Clouds
I'm a faketouch a cloudand you can't feel ittouch meand you can'tfeel meI'm a pretenderof visions they seem realfor a…"
"out of theme...
a little improvisation on Birgit Zartls Poem
how satisfyingto remove all toxic waste I have from yougone foreveryou still have a lifean old sad boring lifethat I don't want to know aboutyou're toxicI'm a…"