I would sleep if I could, I would sleep if I might,

But my mind wanders endlessly all through the night.

Fatigue in my skin, in my bones, in my feet

Won’t keep me away from nocturnal retreat.

Once every eye is shut and heads are heavy with sleep,

Into deviant solitude I quietly creep.

By the force of the Moon and the darkness of the hour,

I am charged with a spark of introspective power.

I feel most alive when the Sun has gone to hide,

When the world is quiet and commotion subsides.

It is then when I am able to relax and unwind

In solitude, in darkness, in the depths of my mind.

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Noodling around with the Matrix 1000 and MKS70. Mostly improvised.

All sounds from Oberheim Matrix 1000 and Roland MKS-70, played on JD-800 keyboard. Drums from the KORG Kronos.

2022 Remaster.