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Locked Out (instrumental)
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Paranoia
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The Anthem
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Apocrypha
Now voice grows tired with monitors and censors lurking. They have the weight of death. They’re brainy. Ivory tower shit. They lurk in the near distance, close enough to watch every move but distant enough to stay safe and ghostly. A suburbia of mind. A bunch of pop up enemies, inflatable, serving some endless temporary agenda orchestrated by an unknown and unseen scribe.
Inflatable enemies? Yeah, inflatable heroes too. If you fill your heroes with air you don’t have to hold their work up against their inner stuff. Sometimes it’s best to know nothing of the creator.
Inflatable enemies? Yeah, inflatable heroes too. If you fill your heroes with air you don’t have to hold their work up against their inner stuff. Sometimes it’s best to know nothing of the creator.
I walked out back
and piled my drums
in a stack
on the train tracks,
after bad music,
full of emptiness
and the joy of leaving.Piled my drums in a stack
and walked down the road.
Kept listening, listening
until I heard the engineer
laying on his whistle
caught up trying to figure
stop or go, stop or go,
stop, go.Down the road
I was down the road
passing staggerers and beggars
in the drunken landscape,
listening for the sound of splitting wood,
for the end of the whistle blow,
for the boom pop, crack,
rattle of crumbling drums.
The end of funk.
and piled my drums
in a stack
on the train tracks,
after bad music,
full of emptiness
and the joy of leaving.Piled my drums in a stack
and walked down the road.
Kept listening, listening
until I heard the engineer
laying on his whistle
caught up trying to figure
stop or go, stop or go,
stop, go.Down the road
I was down the road
passing staggerers and beggars
in the drunken landscape,
listening for the sound of splitting wood,
for the end of the whistle blow,
for the boom pop, crack,
rattle of crumbling drums.
The end of funk.
The drummer comes at us
from both speakers at once.
He seems to have divided into four
or more, the rattles of his snare
hum in sympathy every time the earth
toned tom toms thunder.
Those snares are like guard dogs.All we could do was give ourselves
over to the drums,
that or run backwards
because here between these two speakers,
at least, we are not surrounded.
from both speakers at once.
He seems to have divided into four
or more, the rattles of his snare
hum in sympathy every time the earth
toned tom toms thunder.
Those snares are like guard dogs.All we could do was give ourselves
over to the drums,
that or run backwards
because here between these two speakers,
at least, we are not surrounded.
Love starts in fascination, pursuing acceptance, forever eluding arrival, and challenging the unknowable. Is it about sympathy and compassion? What do any of these words mean? And the heart? The heart is green and gold. Heart has a landscape and that landscape is dense and lush and not altogether friendly.