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Miscellaneous
Gong-Oh
Look... a pencil falls...
even the coffee spills...
I can feel him coming...
Nearby, around, here is Gong-oh,
Gong-oh has arrived...
Gong-oh, distant spirit,
Come into the blue night
to make me a toy in your hands...
I'm working, it's late and now you're coming,
let's chat...how do I do it? Do you want to tell me?
Once upon a time there was a beautiful language that I never spoke again, don't you mind reminding me?â¦
We miss the audience, okay, but I and you
we are two great artists and together
we diam spectacle, completely illogical,
syllabic is for me...
and sensual, invisible, theoretical...
Gon -oh, play me "Harlem Congo",
the ghost of Chick Webb
I rock, I gloat, toy...
It's almost dawn... and outside pink now it's it's the blue... what silence.. a little sleep is an alms, I did everything you wanted, on a great journey back, a spellâ¦
Gong-oh, will you come back, Gong-oh?
Because when you come
I roll, I unroll and I roll upâ¦!