The Other Side of the Moon

Sometimes, one just has to resurrect the great, the immortal sounds of music beyond description.

The Other Side of the Moon
                            Odin Roark

Pink
Oh Pink
Such a reality

Yes

I’ll breathe in the air
Won’t be afraid to care

So much to inhale
Black
Murky
Clear
Translucent
All

All

Rolling strings
Brushes caressing the heads
Anonymous voices
Vibratory echoes
Guitar vibes never ending

All there

Our transport
To the other side

Never stop the music

Infuse the clear air

Giving plain air guts
Love
Insight


Your vibes
My vibes

C’mon
Doesn’t get any better

Those voices in the distance
Wanting so much
Just to be heard
Forever

Lather the strap
Shave the excess
Render the recess bells glorious
We’re out on your playground
Gilmour  and Waters
Even on your own
Genius knows immortality

Still so sublime

Strings ever present
Never the echo will fade
Never the voices of old
Young in the past
It’s all the same
Just passion in words
And sound
Ageless

Listen…
Only in the minds of the unconscious
Will their sound fade…

Love’s language forever an enigma