The Sight of an Angel

by Christian Schormann

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A collection of songs and instrumentals written between 1985 and 2010. Sometimes pop, sometimes minimal, sometimes alternative and sometimes strange.

This album was originally published under the name Roses on a Beach

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released January 1, 2011

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Christian Schormann Seattle, Washington

Christian Schormann makes music, jewelry, and software, amongst other things.

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Track Name: Decision
A steady drop of water falling
crowds me holds you
holds you ransom burns me
take a breath and close your eyes
and slowly see you gone
or may be I'll, I'll do the leaving
strength be with us, all along

Time is with you is what she says
I hear her calling so I stay
Time will tell is what I hear
Long past stories cost us dear

Snow is rising fills the air
swallows footsteps swallows
swallows time and freezes
close your eyes and take a breath
and surely I'll be gone
or maybe life will do the leaving
may it keep us on the run

Time is with you is what she says
I hear her calling so I stay
Time will tell is what I hear
Long past stories cost us dear
Track Name: Iron Tears
Tears iron tears
they fill the sky
the earth mother she trembles as the steel
furiously washes her children away in
tears iron tears

The scream mercy
frozen in letters
letters of air brands hearts with fire so painfully
yet sinks, sinks to the laughter of these thousand iron tears
tears iron tears
Track Name: Rose III.1: Abends um Sechs
Abends um Sechs
frisst die Zeit
an meiner Leber
die offenliegt

Auch Mittags um eins
oder Morgens um fünf

Abends um Sechs
frisst auch etwas
an meiner Geduld
die brachliegt

Auch Mittags um eins
oder Morgens um fünf

Dazwischen wächst meine Leber
und wartet meine Geduld ungeduldig
auf das Denken, das sicher am Abend erscheint

auch Mittags
oder Morgens