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    Programmed By Weather
    Programmed By Weather
    Programmed By Weather
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    Programmed By Weather

    By G.F. Mags

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    Programmed By Weather by G.F. Mags is a book of poetry and lyrics by the band Guiltfilter's songwriter Guiltfilter Mags. The titles are taken from songs and poetry written between 2010 to 2019.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBookRix
    Release dateMar 1, 2023
    ISBN9783755433910
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      Book preview

      Programmed By Weather - G.F. Mags

      Title Page Content

      PROGRAMMED

      BY WEATHER

      by G.F. MAGS

      Copyright © 2019 G.F. Mags. All rights reserved.

      Cover design and painting by the author.

      Many of the following poems are also song lyrics written over the years and the four song musical release Programmed By Weather by Guiltfilter Mags is an accompanying musical work to this release.

      CONTENTS

      Programmed By Weather

      Black Market Bear

      Entropy

      Michael

      How to escape the matrix

      Two Days

      My past

      One more

      Terminal

      Time does not bend

      Biographer

      Back to base

      Acronym

      Ships log

      Town you grew up in

      Black-knot

      Hanging on

      Holding on

      I Don’t Know a Thing About You

      Little Lost Scout’s Telegram

      Waiting

      "On what wings dare he aspire?

      What the hand, dare seize the fire?"

      William Blake - The Tyger

      "Yes, and here's to the few,

      Who forgive what you do

      And the fewer who don't even care"

      Leonard Cohen - The Night Comes On

      Programmed By Weather

      Programmed By Weather

      We bend

      Beyond tiredness

      We can barely see

      And rest

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