This is a tribute to the music of Kay Cuffari, an honorary Aspirium member. Although kay cuffari is no longer composing or recording, she now dedicates her free time to learning about the art of flamenco dance. She granted Aspirium permission to build this site and publish her archive of musical work online.
All lyrics are by Kay. Atheist's Prayer and Untouchable were recorded by Jon Dennemann.
Sun rose like every other day
How were you to know that things would change?
And ouch!
It hits you like a rock
Down on your knees
Duck, pray, and stay
For the love of god
There’s nothing to do
Nothing you can do now
But watch yourself
Take cover; don’t let it bring you down
Get on your feet
You can’t stay forever
In your hiding place
It’s not the end
I swear it’s just begun
I hear through the night sky
“Everything will be alright”
With the wind that blows about my body
Here come the angels
But never again, will it be the same
Hello, goodbye
It’s just a frantic hustle, bustle through the crowds
You start to forget what matters
Does anything matter at all?
Cause as soon as it comes they will come right around
And take it back
So cover yourself
Walk steady, ready, but not too fast now
And don’t think about
About what you’re about to lose
Get on your feet
You can’t stay forever in your hiding place
It’s not the end
I promise
Oh, it’s just begun
Never again will it be the same
I hear through the night sky
“Everything will be alright”
With the wind that blows
About my body
Here come the angels
Here I sit in my cell
I wait for the clock
To strike eleven it will
Tell me when to leave
This place, this dwelling
Is it heaven or hell?
I wait in silence the
The chiming of the answer
Who will remain to write all of these pages?
Who will remain and write all of these pages?
Crimson sunset, is this the end for me?
Crimson sunset, the for us
Crimson sunset, it’s not the end for me
Go on, abuse me
I will not have power
To stop the fire that burns
Inside of your memory
You won’t drench the flames
That burn within my being
Watch me, weep
As I turn to leave
Who will remain and write all of these pages?
Who still remains to write all of these pages?
Crimson sunset, is this the end for me?
The end for us
Crimson sunset, it’s not the end for me
A little wade in the water
One foot still stuck in the mud
Another day, another dollar
Another fine for what I did
I’m not gonna pay and it’s not gonna be mine
I’m not gonna say it’s what you did
I’m sick and I’m tired of blaming you for everything
Long after to me you’re dead
You made me your girl
You made me your girl
Who will make me myself?
Who will make me myself?
I just wanna get over this
And I think you do too
You gotta make it a challenge
You gotta stick it out
You gotta know when you need to bend
You gotta be sure that he’s gonna pay for it
In any way that he must
Just rest assured that it’s comin’ around
You got a life of your own to live
He made you his girl
He made you his girl
Who will make you yourself?
Who will make you yourself?
Another footstep down
Another dusty street
Then a chilly breeze
Kicks up dust around my feet
And as the whirlwhind grows
Falls the first of winter snow
But I know these are the last
Falling flakes I’ll ever pass
Footsteps turn to waves
Through a musty colored sky
Is this what it takes to be free
Is this what I must leave?
When you’ve been gone
Long at sea
Meet me back
Back in novelty
Dirty city street
Brimming with people and cars
Another chilly breeze
Wearing at these weary knees
From so much walking away
From the specks of life I knew
But it’s all gone now
With dust on the ground
Where gravel streets were
I will wait for it
To return
When you’ve been long
Long at sea
Meet me back
Back in novelty
You lightly brush the tip of your finger
Along the smooth surface of my body
You’re well prepared to go the distance
And I know that you will always succeed
You’re on a mission
And I’m not about to stand in your way
You are a traveling man
And this is your territory
A lovely mountain
Topped with a frosty ice
So sweet you wouldn’t think
To penetrate beneath
And see who lives inside
She’s waiting to see you
Feel you, caress you
She’s waiting
But climb on, traveling man
Until you reach the peak
And can claim her as your own
And she’ll be yours
So perfect the silence of my bedroom
You’d do anything to hear it, to feel it
And as she cries to herself to sleep at night
You think to yourself, “Why can’t she just shut up?”
The portrait is ruined, smeared by a tear
Which trickles down the mountain
Melting the snow along the way
But climb on, traveling man
Before it is too late
The snow melts and she can see that
You don’t fucking see her
(I’m fragile)
I’m gonna break again, the sickness grab ahold
Too bad I cannot pray to God’s not listening
To these desperate pleas I hear in surgery
(I’m broken)
It’s gotta take a heart to feel this sympathy
After just one look, my god what did she do
To herself again, pathetic little child
Who do you think you are?
Let go of my hand
Let go of my hand
Let go of my hand, dear
(You’re broken)
It’s come around again, it’s your turn to cry
To feel the sickness of desperate solitude
I wouldn’t wish it on anyone but you
So untouchable
So untouchable
So untouchable