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It's time to change this.


We were called to the forest... and we went down.
A wind blew warm and eloquent
We were searching for the secrets of the universe...
And we rounded up demons and forced them to tell us what it all meant
We tied them to trees and broke them down one by one
And on a scrap of paper, they wrote these words...
And as we read them, the sun broke through the trees...
"Dread the passage of Jesus, for he will not return."

Then we headed back to our world and left the forest behind...
Our hearts singin' with all the knowledge of love.
Then somewhere, somehow, we lost the message along the way...
And when we got home, we bought ourselves a house.
And we bought a car that we did not use...
And we bought a cage and two singing birds...
And at night we'd sit and listen to the canary's song.
For we'd both run right out of words...

Now the stars, they are all angled wrong...
And the sun and the moon refuse to burn
But I remember a message in a demon's hand:
Dread the passage of Jesus for he does not return...
...he does not return...
...he does not return...


Dread The Passage of Jesus - Nick Cave

I might be doing a few small watercolor series. This one is really tinny 10,62x3,74 cm (4,18"x3,74")

Obscured by clouds Inspired by the book Fees Et Tendres Automates