| 2 | A Redemption-Through-Love Suite (For Voices Lost) |
| 0 | Surrounded in Your Fire |
| 0 | The Wealthy Silk Merchant |
| 0 | Drink of Eternity |
| 0 | Rushes of Blood to the Brain |
| 0 | Lonely Through Weary Days |
| 0 | Infernal Spirit |
| 0 | Cursed to Roam the Sea Forever Without Rest |
| 0 | Asyl |
| 0 | Etiology |
| 0 | Taking the Waters at Marienbad |
| 0 | You, Cloaked in Black Silk |
| 0 | Wanderings in the Forest |
| 0 | Illuminated by a Rosy Light |
| 0 | Liebestod |
| 0 | Inner Pantings & Faintings |
| 0 | Sinks, as if Transfigured |
| 0 | Christmas Morning (Father Lead us thru the Snowstorm and into a Quiet Wood) |
| 0 | Profane Lover |
| 0 | All things, all things, all things I know |
| 0 | In Tears (and so were the children) |
| 0 | Perfectly Cracked |
| 0 | The Scent of Time Soaked Pages |
| 0 | Fallen Lucifer |
| 0 | Old Elegance in England |
| 0 | So Often Filled with Grief |
| 0 | Beneath the Bridal Chambers |
| 0 | Hymn to Oblivion |
| 0 | An Utter Indiscretion |
| 0 | Caught in the Rain |
| 0 | Pure Fool |
| 0 | Saint Laudus |
| 0 | The Androgyne |
| 0 | Freia, round them heaps of corpses rotting away, rags of skin shriveling |
| 0 | Anxiously Longed-For Tidings |
| 0 | Throw Your Slender Arms Around Me |
| 0 | Appearing From Out A Gloomy Fissure |
| 0 | Her Circle of Perpetual Fire |
| 0 | Through Suddenly Deserted Moonlit Streets |
| 0 | Dreaded, but pleasant |
| 0 | Symphony of Afflictions |
| 0 | Fear is an Essential Craft |
| 0 | A Taste for Blood |
| 0 | Calmly Gathering the Pieces |
| 0 | Misfortune Dwells with Her |
| 0 | And so my whole existence is awry |
| 0 | Transformation I |
| 0 | My shattered mind is pieced together by some sudden perception |
| 0 | Remaining Entangled as Rigor Mortis Sets In |
| 0 | Transformation II |
| 0 | What Does the Lilac Smell Like? |
| 0 | Most Secret Lust of Longing |
| 0 | A season of sweltering grind |
| 0 | L'Infini contre le triomphe de la Mort |
| 0 | Fiercely discontented and dogged by poverty and ill fortune |
| 0 | Everything returns again and again... Everything returns again... Everything returns, everything returns again... everything returns... everything returns again |
| 0 | Transformation III |
| 0 | Torn between the sacred and the profane |
| 0 | Pale Man |
| 0 | All gradually subsides now |
| 0 | Physical and mental lust were eating out her body at the same time she knew there was only loneliness in the city and made the sun into a piece of ice |
| 0 | A look of controlled jubilation |
| 0 | Winds Reminiscence (in utmost poetic tenderness over melodies heard earlier) |
| 0 | Variants on a tempestuous emotional extraction |
| 0 | During immense snowfall, 1940 |
| 0 | Seasonal Ghosts |
| 0 | Eschatology |
| 0 | Of Harrowing the flesh of the delinquent even beyond death |
| 0 | Persistent regressions |
| 0 | Folding the silk |
| 0 | Swept by howling storm winds and occasionally engulfed by clouds |
| 0 | It was almost as if I knew what was going to be around every corner |
| 0 | Whistle And I'll Come to You |
| 0 | Interpolations |
| 0 | Together through the storm but only down deep is it trusty and true |
| 0 | A Portal to Divine Spirit |
| 0 | Where the sufferer just repeats themselves |
| 0 | Slippy and Absolute Elsewhere |
| 0 | Grail Temple |
| 0 | I pushed you to the abyss |
| 0 | Cleansed of the exploitation of property |
| 0 | Mutations of the harmoniously unfolded personality, inseperable from the whole |
| 0 | Poet of the Night |
| 0 | The Angel |
| 0 | It was born in sad, tormented days of an inner jubilation of strength and faith |
| 0 | Scategories |
| 0 | The Sun Had Closed The Winter's Day |
| 0 | Heart of Mutinous Desires |
| 0 | Drank life at her neck, under the black ribbon, as from a fountain |
| 0 | (In Praise of Tears) Venice, Feb. 13 |
| 0 | Feel a seductive desire to turn myself into guttering flame |
| 0 | Peace from Delusion |
| 0 | As if one were cooking sardines |
| 0 | Nocturnal uneasiness that extends from one being to the other |
| 0 | For Joseph Beuys |
| 0 | That which makes no sense makes the most sense |
| 0 | Searching for the destruction of materialism |
| 0 | Hang onto the old, the devil of unproductivity has you, and you will be the most unhappy artist |
| 0 | The End of the World in Our Usual Bed in a Night Full of Rain. |
| 0 | Violence of birth, peace unto death |
| 0 | Schmerzen |
| 0 | The Hunter |
| 0 | You Shouldn't be quite so near |
| 0 | May everyone find such a friend someday |
| 0 | Unapproachability of a dream vision |
| 0 | Death march against the flickering flame |
| 0 | Phantom Helicopters |
| 0 | In Days That Are No More |
| 0 | Dust to dust |
| 0 | Nihilistic Delusion |
| 0 | The Look of a man with filly trouble |
| 0 | Locusts |
| 0 | Rebirth Through Self-Annihilation |
| 0 | True Realizations in Chaos I |
| 0 | True Realizations in Chaos II |
| 0 | True Realizations in Chaos III |
| 0 | Consistent Obstacles to the Heart |
| 0 | Radiographique |
| 0 | Radiocomateux |
| 0 | Komposition för Bergman |
| 0 | The Inevitability of Gradualness |
| 0 | All Paths are Barred |
| 0 | Structurist Relief |
| 0 | Even unto the limits of our world |
| 0 | Most Salubrious |
| 0 | Silk Cultivation |
| 0 | The Immense Power of Emptiness |
| 0 | A number of thematic variations of erotics and humiliation in ever-changing combinations |
| 0 | Glass Delusion |
| 0 | Sacred Clutter |
| 0 | Twelve-Maiden |
| 0 | I think I could turn into you if I really tried. |
| 0 | Possessed by a fury that burns from inside |
| 0 | Dyschronic Contemporeanity |
| 0 | A Gathering (To Lead Me When You Are Gone) |
| 0 | It is Night, Don't Go Any Further With It (There's Nothing Good About It) |
| 0 | East Austin |
| 0 | Blistering heat, massive drugs & depression |
| 0 | 3:57 a.m. |
| 0 | Glistening Rainbow Music |
| 0 | In the depth of exhaustion |
| 0 | Sleep Room |
| 0 | Perhaps the greatest sense of loss I have ever fucking felt |
| 0 | Destryoing components of the instinct of becoming |
| 0 | Erasement |
| 0 | Basement Tapes Excerpts |
| 0 | It was somehow already autumn in London |
| 0 | Impending Tragedies & Sound Crimes |
| 0 | All Working Towards This End |
| 0 | Haunted When The Minutes Drag |