Misty Fingez

"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! / The world forgetting, by the world forgot. / Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! / Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd"


"And death shall have no dominion. / Dead men naked they shall be one / With the man in the wind and the west moon; / When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone, / They shall have stars at elbow and foot; / Though they go mad they shall be sane, / Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; / Though lovers be lost love shall not; / And death shall have no dominion."


"O children of Night / Who among you will run with the hunt? / Now Night arrives with her purple legion. / Retire now to your tents & to your dreams. / Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth. / I want to be ready."



"I did like about the thing that u told me: about a man who wanted a building as a monument / I like the way you tell things, feelings. / I like what you do: you do it beautifully and well.

A weak and a fragile grip from a human being / Just the same feeling as a wind touching you / A weak and a fragile grip - that's all.

The joy of being doest shake your shoulders / The poets cradle is never done out of roses / The veil of silence will never betray the listener / What joins all these? A love to the huge life.

A weak and a fragile grip from a human being / Just the same feeling as a wind touching you / A weak and a fragile grip - that's all.

Worthless intelligence eats a man like a rat / How can everything be ready, when nothing is done? / What do you mean down to earth? Have u ever seen anybody walking in the air? / I like you, that is all. Do i have to proof it with thousands of words?

A weak and a fragile grip from a human being / Just the same feeling as a wind touching you / A weak and a fragile grip - that's all.

Light and darkness, there is nothing unnatural about that. / In both songs the good feeling grows and grows. / I dont like the fact that moving demands so great acts. / The beauty glows in the sand road after the rain and bows deeply.

A weak and a fragile grip from a human being / Just the same feeling as a wind touching you / A weak and a fragile grip - that's all."