in the darkness
before the dawn
in the swelling
of this storm
I often wondered - when I was in my 20's
what music would sound like
in 30 years
what life will be like
now here
I'm a fleeting fox in a fragrant forest - ears up
sensing instability, sensing remorse
tripping the light. I'm on-line
alone - sensing danger
over there
I beg, borrow and steal, it's what I do - we do
voices in the embers - tick tock, fading
haunting me and yet I listen still
because it's important
the reverberation
visitation
in my dreams
those I miss
most
sinister systems - twister tornados - in line
at Tim Hortons - orders misread
underpaid brown people - right
send it - them back
the Afghan mission was just
an expensive expression
millions are
lost from home
in the swelling
swelling on
running round and with a thunder
to bleed from thorns
leave a light, a light on
"wait a minute!
I ordered fake cheese and mustard on this"
faaaaak - bullshit
where's good service anymore?
sometimes I go away
for a long, long time
but I come home
eventually
the takeaway - is positive change
a shift in consciousness
we men need to change
hanging on to the horrific horror
in our duty-free damage control default detox
destiny disturbance drifter dreamer detainment
derailment disclaimer
a tragic trajectory written on tireless tombstones
some call it karma - I call it careless
in the darkness before the dawn
in the swelling
of this storm
need to concentrate
no interruptions
go away
submersed in liquid learning
leaning forward into
soft keystrokes
lamenting
when I'm rolling with the thunder
but bleed from thorns
sometimes I get swept away
by all this - and I write
on rusted mechanisms
in places I shouldn't
be - let's just say
it helps me
stay focused
sharp
great art is taking something different in
every time you let it in and yet
remaining a tad chilly
in the aftermath
resistance is
futile
that unseen twist in the triangle
a terrible tragedy
ok, it's dark and it's late
there are strange sounds
out there - lost again
radio's busted
flying solo
crash and burn
falling again
"ouch"
thank god I have
night vision
only it does me no good
right here, right now
trapping fur
methodically
purifies
before the dawn
in the darkness
before the dawn
leave a light, a light on
early 1984 - settling back, electro-static headphones on
wondering what music will sound like
in 30 years, missing the magic
life is a tapestry
connecting the dots is something that comes with time
wisdom is acquired - trust is earned
ya - I'm old
l e a v e a L I G H T o n
missing home
don't know where that is anymore
pressing on
austerity aqualung acquisition acquiescing
illumination on dry land approaching - night parachuting
over water first and then arriving
careening then crashing
red rain
into the trees
dangling
dripping
lost
in the swelling
of this storm
I often wondered - when I was in my 20's
what music would sound like
in 30 years
what life will be like
now here
I'm a fleeting fox in a fragrant forest - ears up
sensing instability, sensing remorse
tripping the light. I'm on-line
alone - sensing danger
over there
I beg, borrow and steal, it's what I do - we do
voices in the embers - tick tock, fading
haunting me and yet I listen still
because it's important
the reverberation
visitation
in my dreams
those I miss
most
sinister systems - twister tornados - in line
at Tim Hortons - orders misread
underpaid brown people - right
send it - them back
the Afghan mission was just
an expensive expression
millions are
lost from home
in the swelling
swelling on
running round and with a thunder
to bleed from thorns
leave a light, a light on
"wait a minute!
I ordered fake cheese and mustard on this"
faaaaak - bullshit
where's good service anymore?
sometimes I go away
for a long, long time
but I come home
eventually
the takeaway - is positive change
a shift in consciousness
we men need to change
hanging on to the horrific horror
in our duty-free damage control default detox
destiny disturbance drifter dreamer detainment
derailment disclaimer
a tragic trajectory written on tireless tombstones
some call it karma - I call it careless
in the darkness before the dawn
in the swelling
of this storm
need to concentrate
no interruptions
go away
submersed in liquid learning
leaning forward into
soft keystrokes
lamenting
when I'm rolling with the thunder
but bleed from thorns
sometimes I get swept away
by all this - and I write
on rusted mechanisms
in places I shouldn't
be - let's just say
it helps me
stay focused
sharp
great art is taking something different in
every time you let it in and yet
remaining a tad chilly
in the aftermath
resistance is
futile
that unseen twist in the triangle
a terrible tragedy
ok, it's dark and it's late
there are strange sounds
out there - lost again
radio's busted
flying solo
crash and burn
falling again
"ouch"
thank god I have
night vision
only it does me no good
right here, right now
trapping fur
methodically
purifies
before the dawn
in the darkness
before the dawn
leave a light, a light on
early 1984 - settling back, electro-static headphones on
wondering what music will sound like
in 30 years, missing the magic
life is a tapestry
connecting the dots is something that comes with time
wisdom is acquired - trust is earned
ya - I'm old
l e a v e a L I G H T o n
missing home
don't know where that is anymore
pressing on
austerity aqualung acquisition acquiescing
illumination on dry land approaching - night parachuting
over water first and then arriving
careening then crashing
red rain
into the trees
dangling
dripping
lost