Gaudio Pentacles.

Musick for the massez IV.

Intravenereal.

Musick for the massez III.

Jóéjt Erzsébet

Musick for the massez II.

Mr. Nobody



Good morning, dear Mr. Nobody
You haven't changed one bit
How do you do Mr. Nobody?
Who were you meant to be?

Come sit with me, Mr. Nobody
Your face, familiar and old
Face of a man in the subway
Charmless and distant and cold

Do you have a name Mr. Nobody?
Do you have a purpose at all?
When were you born Mr. Nobody?
When did you learn to crawl?

Have you been loved Mr. Nobody?
Have you been touched without shame?
Oh, I'll be your friend Mr Nobody
But, please, remind me your name

From where do you come Mr. Nobody?
You don't have a past I suppose
And where do you go Mr. Nobody
When I blink and my eyelids close?

Are you the world Mr. Nobody?
How many of you are out there?
Can you recall Mr. Nobody
How was it when you still cared?

Come sit with me, Mr. Nobody
You will be gone before long
What would you be Mr. Nobody
If you could somehow belong?

How will you leave Mr. Nobody?
Do you have use for goodbyes?
How do you fade Mr. Nobody?
How does a nobody die?

Musick for the massez.

Orchestral.



Lyrical

Simple little dreams of completion
From the cracking seams drips the loss
Simple cureless lives in remission
Fingers on the ground, cletch the cross

Slow decline bears impositions
For the flaws of flesh to endure
Severed from the strain of volition
Let the human touch be impure

Falling on the knees soon to fetter
Failing hopes and lost ever since
In a shattered hand rests the scepter
Dead amongst the dying's the prince

Follow up the days to departure
No more days but twilights instead
And the causeless world stands enraptured
By those between the living and dead

Once upon a time we stopped living
And the pain has gone ever since
Those of you not bent on still grieving
Bow your splintered necks to the prince