William S. Burroughs - Nothing Here Now But The Recordings: Word Falling, Photo Falling | Текст песни

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• William S. Burroughs
• Nothing Here Now But The Recordings: Word Falling, Photo Falling

"Word falling - Photo falling - Break through in Grey Room".

He is gone away through invisible mornings leaving a million tape recordings of his voice behind fading into the cold spring air pose a colorless question?

"Junk turns you on vegetable - It's green, see? - A green fix should last a long time".

"An unworthy vessel obviously - So I have decided that junk is not green but blue".