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Paul Healy Soundsculptor

 

 

 

  littletissue of lies 

 

 

intro     statement     poem     video     music   contact

I am Paul Healy...
At this moment in time I write, make short films and produce music. I am gripped in a madness to compulsively create.
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Warm blood, staining silk through lace.
 
 
Never underestimate the ignorance

of an artist.

 

 

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I am a feather

Caught in a spiders web

I can feel the hairy eight eyed monster

in the key of C

climbing the staves of her latticed world

 cold excitement

 prickly wit.

"You're just a bowl of cherries," she hums.

A solemn sunrise peers gently through the mist

 damp cobbles gently sweat.

 

 

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finest Peruvian honey

 

 

New friends

storm approaching from the west.

 

Lost in a landscape of mirrors

Brazilian journey.

 

GPeering through a veil of ignorance.

Fine red dust is everywhere,you become the landscape, the fruits of slavery are everywhere.

Hillsides of coffee or fields of sugarcane drive the nails of pain deep.

 

 

eeeeeverything fades except pain.    

 Today I saw the strangest thing.

A huge fish with four legs

ran across the road.

 

a tangle of trees.

Happiness.

 

Variant.

San Roque

Cool.

Sweet.

Voodoo

vamos nos encontrar

no meio da rua

sem ninguem nos

 

 

Summertime-2013

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

music

 

contact

soundsculptor@btinternet.comPaul Healy

 

 

 

 

 

soundsculptor 2012