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Everything composed, performed, produced, arranged, programmed by William Northlich 2023.

Lyrics: Will NR, 2023
Artwork: The Glitter Temples of New Panthalassa - Will NR, 2023
Mastered by Michael Fossenkemper, Turtletone Studios, 2023
2023 Poseidon Shift

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Everything turns to sand
Cause you know you’ve got a ripple
Turn on turn on
Oh, you get the real eye

The toaster crawls out from under your foot
Topic cause topic!
There you see a hallway in consort with a frame
Of blue and green and red and orange and pink

I could be your friend
(Don’t claim to leave it now)
Looking to an end
(Won’t try to tell me how)
And always laughing for a force that needs to bend

Colors of the trees seem like they are
Talking to every little bird
That sings of happy homes
Which never should be tempered with
All of the black shivering breezes

All the things they said are on your mind
But its not anything to concern you and me

Taped to the wall!

Well I want to talk about this
Cause you said you would
There are some things to turn into black leaves

If you add it up its gone

Its gone and its not coming back
Ink in a water tank
I hope to see the event horizon

Don’t think I don’t know you’re here
I should’ve gone over to the far side
There are five faces on the floor

I’ve got something to bet….

Wings never had a big hold on you
They were the kind of thing to review
Will there be a moral game-view?
I wonder if you’ll ever be through!

I wish I had something to make new colors
But now you’re talking to me and I don’t know what you’re on about
For between the city of bonded phonemes
I have tried to use the many forms of hollow reverence

There were too many desires who had given
So turning to an effect that was slippin’
One never questions a man who is driven
Don’t lose that comfortable well-bladed grippin’

A spin so they follow

Think of the twenty roads
That let you step to a new space
That way is full of yellow floating spheres
Which can dictate the actions of a thousand temples
The towers of which disappear into fragments

Iridescent planes and lost broken trees
Are spreading into lifeless objects
Of pure chaos which is where my home will be
Until the ocean melts away

I would see through the open window
Which is carried by lost ideas

Frosted pains of glass
Maximal hero beams
They undercut the homes
Of a dirty wire that gleams

I wasn’t up on the highest nesting aspect
All the way back up
And now you see
That ends with cutting along its spinal access
How will I move on?
Just take it down!