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The Voice of Fate

by Bill Boethius with Guests

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Nebelblicke Die Wand wegdrücken, die mir zu nahe kommt, mich bindet. Wohl eher: tilgt?! Flächenrausch, dem nichts entrinnt. Saugt ein, verschlingt. Bodennebel, der in Füße kriecht und steigt, den Kopf nicht mehr trennt von sich selbst. Bin ich umnebelt? Benebelt? Bin Nebel? Bin ich das Kind in Wolken? Mein Mäusebussard kreist, Laune, die mein Wollen schafft. Platznot ist und freie Platzwahl
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone. Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead, Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun. Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can come to any good.
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My Today 08:20
My today is gonna be better My today is gonna be better than it was yesterday, When I was drowning in my sorrow, drowning in my pain. Oh I was weak and weary, would not pray for strength, Lost my faith along the way, giving the Lord some blame. But, my today is gonna be better than it was yesterday, ‘Cause I’m standing up and fighting, for the light of a brand new day. I’m reaching out to glory, taking back my faith, So my day is gonna be brighter, than it was yesterday. [by Lyn Kalley Ingram]
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Oh god My heart is breaking Each moment I am Tortured again In my reconstructed Memory of rejection In hard porn Life style Shooting The breeze Looking for religion And lost to that Razor blade speculation Humming The inside out To the suicide thought: They tortured me with knives They tortured me with knives Look at the scar Screaming Still on my throat Attempting the new voice The reconstructed margin Of personality potential Looking for help In the alters In the alters of the mind Screaming still Only Cutting The skin deeply enough To make blood beads beautiful In sadomasochistic realization Baring the soul in exclamation Of the spread Shaking the hand to her screaming Shaking the hand to her screaming Help Me God In The Heart Of Mock Ceremony Glimpsing The crucifixion For real

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Surprising vocalisations enwraped by Bill's scandalising sounds.

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released September 25, 2018

Bill Boethius; guitars, synths, bass, drums; with vocal appearances by Sabrina Counts, Lyn Kalley Ingram & Augernmerk
Produced and arranged by Bill Boethius

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"The Dali of guitar noise".
Free improv,
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Strange Blues:
Cosmic Jazz,
Poetry settings,

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