Symphony of dalvador sali: sub-conscious thoughts / surreal landscapes / on paper, on screen

Sub conscious thoughts drip onto paper
Melting clocks and empty spaces
Vacant planes, distorted faces

What's not there
Now comes to life

What's not there now comes to life
Promoting us to think twice
These thoughts don't cross average minds

Minds, minds

Juxtaposing dreams and concepts
Parallels and paradigms
Crisp colours, these figures now come to life

Life, they now have life

We need to dig beneath the surface
Need to bring out what's not there we
What's not there
What's not there!

These surreal landscapes are there
Locked away inside our minds
But no one ever seems to think this way
All rely on drugs to think this way

Some put these thoughts on paper
(The only way we can truly see)
Some project these thoughts on screens
(The only way we can truly see)