For the readers amongst you:
Thanatogenous.
Thanatogenous my friend,
What know you of wine and roses?
My Dark Angel, fold thy wings,
Talk of all that Death supposes.
Brief respite from your duties,
Drink with me of life and I’ll.
Not ask the terminal question,
Come; show your face a little while.
Now, I will simply ask, let,
Business come after pleasure.
Just this once I‘ll clutch the moment,
Though not long for such a treasure.
Thanatogenous my friend,
What know you of love & leaving?
My Dark Angel, rest your tools,
And talk of loss and of grieving.
Brief respite from your duties,
Drink with me of life and I’ll.
Not ask the terminal question,
Come; show your face a little while.
Brevity is your blessing,
And it is my measure.
You shan’t leave unaccompanied,
Just grant me this small leisure.
Thanatogenous my friend,
What know you of loss & mem’ries?
My Dark Angel, hold your stroke,
Let’s talk of men and vanities,
I keep you from your duties,
But give me a moment to.
Leave my own feeble impression,
My life like these last seconds flew.
For the thoughts and the memories,
To keep company within.
Yet to tarry would be folly,
So let the leaving now begin.
Thanatogenous my friend,
What know you of my destiny?
My Dark Angel, take my arm,
Let’s see to this last tyranny.
Thanatogenous my friend
This was a very enjoyable collaboration with almost every element the 1st version offered by the musicians. Joe, Greg & Ido really work well together.
Excellent mix Greg - tough and fluent.
Please do you own research into back masking, check with Ozzy about any kids in the mid west feeling depressed and remember the dissolution is no real solution to the convolution of life.