the featured


Opens paths through the hills,
leaves its mark on the wind,
the eagle gives flight
and blanket silence.

He never complained about the cold,
He never complained about sleep,
the poor man feels his way
and still as blind.

Correle, Correle, Correlation
over here, over there, over there,
I Correle, Correle, correlates,
I Correle you're going to kill,
Correle, Correle, correlates.

His head is crowned
by ravens with golden claw
as it has crucified
the fury of the mighty.

Son of rebellion
They follow twenty twenty,
that gives life
they will want to kill.

(1967) 1967